UPDATE: Pure Barre, One week later.

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.