I’m so completely overwhelmed with BlogHer.
But I love Jess from Taking It One Step At a Time.
She’s my soul sister and I love her.
Also? I’m never turning 30. Except I will next March. 
Please read and love Jess like I do.
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Last month I turned 30.
Yeah.
3 – 0.
Do you remember when we thought 30 was sooooo old? When only old people like your teachers and your parents could ever be as old as 30?
::cries::
Funny how your definition of old changes the older you get.
In all honesty 30 isn’t that much different from 29. Yeah, sure, I have to check a different box when asked my age on a survey. But it’s right there, next to my previous answer of 24-29. It’s right next to it.
As a matter of fact, 30 has been pretty awesome so far.
I went blond(er), which was a huge step for me considering I had been an {un}natural red-head for more years than I can remember.
I got adventurous with my sushi choices {for the record, I will eat eel as long as it is wrapped up with lots of tempura fried goodness}.
I started taking Zumba. Oh Zumba, how I love thee.
Let me tell you a little something about Zumba.
I went in to my first class all “I totally got this, I know how to shake my ass, and pshaw, I was like totally a cheerleader in high school {side note: at no point in time did the fact that high school was 12 years ago even register on my radar}. I GOT THIS.
For those of you thinking these same thoughts before entering a studio I have just two words for you: WAKE UP.
Because no matter how great of a dancer you think you are with a drink in your hand {which coincidentally I seem to become an even better shaker the more drinks I have had} and rockin’ heels you are in no way prepared to Zumba. At all.
At one point I was so lost I just started spinning around in circles.
I’m not kidding.
And I hurt the next day. Muscles aching, crawling across the floor and barely able to raise my arms long enough to apply make-up. Hurt. Everywhere. From dancing.
But I went back. And I’ve been back several times since. Yes, I’m still sore. Yes, I still feel that this class would be much more beneficial if we introduced Apple Martinis. But I went back.
And I’m almost keeping up with that old lady in the front row now.
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Haha! I would totally spin in circles should I do a Zumba class, I am absolutely terrible at following instructions.
And 30 is EASY. I’m approaching 35. That’s the midway point to FORTY.
I loved the one Zumba class I went to before I got knocked up. I am planning on going back in September but I remmeber I somehow hurt my damn knee and it hurt for a week. And I agree, Zumba would be so much better with drinks!
I’ve been 3-0 for 3 years now . . . it ain’t so bad. I hate not being able to drink like I used to . . . and I have to thank the guy at the Japanese steak house who decided to get all adventurous with his sushi selection, didn’t eat his $18 roll, and gave it to me. Squid, salmon, tuna, avocado, mango, wrapped in seaweed with spicy sauce & roe. It was incredible.