Self Inflicted Torture

         That's right I am now inflicting torture upon myself. I am back doing the gym thing. This times sans DH. He ditched me to work out with some guy friends a few months back. For awhile I stuck with the going to the gym thing solo but I hated it. I don't like the gym, I dislike it more so alone. Which resulted in me slacking off on the whole exercising thing. Aside from the small amount of yoga I did here (which isn't really fat burning exercise). So back to the self inflicted torture.. I will be going to the gym and taking aerobics classes. The two classes I want to take is the PUMP class and the Zumba class. (I added links to some YouTube videos of those types of  classes in case people didn't know what it was and wanted to check it out.)Which just happen to be back to back. Two hours for exercise in a row (they are an hour each). See torture, my body will think I hate it. Which since in a way I do I guess it would be right. The plan is to attend the classes three days a week. The girl who is nice enough to attend the classes with me wants to try the Turbo Kick (another YouTube video link) class and since she is doing the 2 straight hours of exercise, three days a week with crazy me. I can take the one hour turbo kick class 2 days a week (they fall on different days than the PUMP and Zumba class).  Eight hours of exercise a week should make me be fit in no time or kill me. Now she might not stick to booth the Zumba and PUMP class (heck I might not stick to it) or she might not like the Turbo Kick class (even if I hate it I will stick it out since she doesn't want to do it alone and she is attending the other two with me and she isn't looking forward to Zumba). So wish me luck. This isn't a new years resolution for me. I want to be healthier and skinner. I think the main motivator is I want to be closer to my pre-pregnancy size. I realize I will never be a size zero again but I would love to be closer to it.