Internets, I am officially addicted to Pure Barre class. I love going, and I love the way my legs, arms, and "seat" feel like Jello when I leave. I love that when I am doing something incorrectly, the instructor comes over and helps me. I despise that when I am doing something incorrectly, the instructor comes over and helps me because it usually makes it oh so much harder. While in the class, I don't like the pain and the shaking and the horrible burning that I feel in my muscles (when they say lift.tone.burn., they MEAN IT), but when it is over I have this incredible sense of accomplishment that I ACTUALLY MADE IT THROUGH 55 MINUTES OF
TORTURE CLASS.
However, the very best thing about Pure Barre is that after 4 classes and 2 weeks of eating better, I got my second pair of pre-pregnancy jeans on, buttoned, and zipped.
Do I need any more motivation than that to continue? I think not.
6 comments:
Ha that sounds serious! I wish I had your drive! Great news about the jeans!
What a good feeling that is! YAY!
Way to go. Sometimes it just takes getting over that first hurdle to get us going.
I want to Pure Barre! Congrats on your sessy jeans :)
Hell yeah!
ok, I officially want Pure Barre to come to Montgomery! I guess I should stalk Danielle and beg! :) Way to go!!!!
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