I did it. I got up early this morning for my second aerobics class in one week. Minutes before my alarm went off I woke up and was staring up at the ceiling thinking "I could go to the 5:30PM class instead." Then I heard a voice in my head and this is what it said: "Diana, get the fuck out of bed, now!" Okay, I don't usually hear voices and hopefully I'm not off my nut but I got the hell out of bed and went to the Hi-Low class. Heck tomorrow I may do another Low Impact session if I'm mobile and a glutton for punishment. Let me just say though, Hi-Low is not the same as Low Impact. The instructor for Hi-Low is in-fucking-sane. I'm pretty sure she smoked a big bowl of crack before the class. Lot's of 'whoooooooooos!!!!' as she was going along and she yelled at us if we looked like we were going to stop. But hey, she got us all to work and I am absolutely beat. I am so fucking done being the pudgy girl. DONE I tell you. Werd.