First, I moved to small-town North Carolina, (aka Land of No Gyms), then I injured my foot while running (plantar fascitis, the lamest-sounding injury ever) which made even walking painful. Finally, I worked what seemed like 1000-hour weeks.
All in all: a major recipe for weight gain and general unhappiness. By the time I moved back to Charlotte in June, none of my pants would zip up. (No lie. None.)
So I joined a gym. I saw a sports medicine doctor who told me in no uncertain terms that because of my plantar fascitis, running or any other high-impact workouts were out of the question. Not to be deterred, I faithfully peeled myself out of bed for 6am classes. I spun. I downward-dogged. I lifted weights.
And very little budged. (By "very little" I mean "the fat on my body".) My pants still wouldn't zip.
I needed to find low-impact workout that weren't water aerobics. (Because seriously? I am not ready to go there.) I happened to stumble upon Carolina Barre and Core, a new barre studio that just opened in Charlotte. I happily forked over my hard-earned babysitting money (yep, you read that right) for their new client special.
And here's the difference 3 weeks can make:
|Three weeks. Three. Freaking. Weeks. Whaaaaaa.|
While you may not live in Charlotte (but if you do, check.them.out.), the bottom line is this: find a workout that you enjoy and that works for YOU, whatever that may be.
Oh and those pants I mentioned before? Practically hanging off of me.