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WEIGHTLOSS WITH SAFETY!

WEIGHTLOSS WITH SAFETY!

safetyBabyLove here! I’m four weeks away from turning 30, and I’m on a mission.  Since losing 24 lbs. last year on The Fresh Diet, I’ve successfully maintained my current weight.  With the big day quickly approaching, I’m gearing up to lose twelve more pounds.  I’m looking forward to taking a break from dieting. It’s been almost three years, and I’m mentally exhausted.

I’ve decided to try some new things.  I’m a super duper creature of habit, and I get nervous in unfamiliar situations, where I could potentially make a total jack ass of myself.  Tonight, however, I bit the bullet and dragged one of my besties to a karate class at my son’s school.  My husband goes to the class almost every night.  He comes home drenched in sweat, and exhausted.  Just his tales of pushups and sit ups, and high knees make me tired.  And every night he comes home telling me how much I’d love it.  For awhile, I really tried to figure out what I had done to give him the impression that I loved pushups, sit ups, and high knees. I don’t.  I like to run slow, listen to the same music, and then bitch and moan about why my weight loss stalls.  Basically, I like to talk a big game, and then take absolutely no accountability for why my jeans still fit tight in the bum.

Chrissy and I go into karate expecting a disaster.  We bow a few times, run in some circles, do some pushups, jumping jacks, sit ups, really anything that you don’t feel like doing.  I was sweaty and out of breath, but felt really good.  We did some punching bag work, and combos, and some more pushups and sit ups.  Then, something really interesting happened.  The instructor took out these fake knives, and set us up with a potential attacker scenario.  We were taught how to defend ourselves.  This is so important for women to learn because it can be life saving.  The sad part is, I’m definitely 1,000x safer now, then I was in my early twenties.  I cannot tell you how many times I left a bar, and walked into a dark parking lot alone.  Or how many times I lived on the same coed floor in college where the girl two doors down from me was raped by her “friend.¨  I’m turning thirty, and this is the first time I’ve learned any sort of self defense, and right now, I’m the safest I’ve probably been in ten years.

The moral of my story is whether you’re 15, 25, or 50, self defense is integral.  Even if you don’t sign up and attend classes three times a week, please go to a day class to make yourself aware of a few moves that you can do if you’re ever in the unfortunate situation of needing to defend yourself.  I signed up for class twice a week with hopes of educating myself, and trimming my waist line!

How safe are you? Have any of you ever taken any of these self defense classes? Hopefully, I’m going to be both safer AND SKINNIER!

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