Call me Fierce. Tara Fierce

I swear I was beckoned into the after life by the proverbial light a few times today at the gym. I went to a class called FIERCE. Its a new class at the local gym. It was such a breath of fresh air! The music was more house than the rave music the instructors usually play. The instructor had rythm and wasn't stiff. Her moves flowed. They weren't structured and rigid and 'learnt'. They came from within her. I had a lovely time!!

That said. I wanted to vomit about 30 minutes into the class. Firstly, my stomach was tender from the lunch I had (normal sandwich). Secondly, I drank 3 litres of water in a space of 5 hours (yes, I'm a moron). So, in as much as the class was fun. I felt like death half the time. The class had a bit of dance, zumba, vbox and good ol fashion lunges, squats and sit ups.

Come to think of it, I think the problem started with what I had yesterday. Because I haven't been eating junk and then yesterday (excuse - birthday mania) I went beserk! I ate a little of everything and I still have a lot of everything left. Now, my stomach is acting up.

Tomorrow evening I am going out with a couple of friends for supper / cocktails and the theme is trailer trash. So keen. I hope everyone comes dressed according to the theme.

Epic fail so far with going to the gym twice in the morning. I'm going to try to go tomorrow morning though, just so I don't feel like a complete ass.

I so need new trainers!

Till tomorrow!

Here is my motivation...

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