Richard Simmons and Me

Dear Fluffy Fat Diary,

Thanks Margo for this wonderful pic.
I tricked it out , and gave it the illusion of a dream,
 because it felt like an absolute fantasy.
 (BTW, You know I love you when I allow you to see my farmers tan)

 On December 27, 2011 I, the fluffy bitch herself, embarked on an escapade to be absolutely awed by the workout god himself.....Richard Simmons. Please take a moment to pick your jaw off up the ground and tell me to "Shut-Up!".

Best of all, I have proof that I actually worked out with him, and endured an hour and a half of screaming, dancing, and thoughts of agony with the knowledge my big ass would hurt for the next fifteen days. Oh, it was absolute bliss!

 First off, let me preface my workout review by saying I did what all fat bitches do before a big workout...and that is carb load. I, once again, hit up my favorite little place in Bellflower, the Taco Nazo, and of course selected healthy alternatives not. To all those dancing near me at Slimmons Studio, if you smelled horchata, fish tacos, quesatacos, ceviche nachos, or flan....it was me. However, I have a valid excuse, I'm fat. There I said it....let's move on.

So the day actually started with my new bestie (in my head) Margo Porras from This is Nacho Mama's Blog. We met up with another friend, Cindy, at Taco Nazo...and noshed. We then made our way over to Beverly Hills, where Richard Simmons studio, Slimmons, is located and eyed every skank making their way into line with us (because, yes we were super early, and yes we both did not care this was Beverly Hills...we marked our personal space).
I have to say this before I go on; the age and body range there was wonderful. People of all sizes and ages where there, of all physical abilities, and they all got their asses handed to them by Richard...because he makes you sweat, and the class was cheap $12.(this is LA people...they charge you for breathing whenever possible).

The class was amazing and super energetic. Richard was hilarious, personable and meant business when it came to making you sweat. Which, by the way, I did not expect. I kid you not, I was sore for at least a week, because he works your entire body. He greets everyone when he comes in...I'm talking hugs and thanks you for coming kind of greet (btw, He loved my Superwoman t-shirt..just saying he totally knows I'm fancy), and you know that just melted my little horchata filled fat heart. He then goes on to play some fantabulous music, yells, screams, and chit chats with you while making you workout your abs. Literally, the best workout I've had to date.

He even took time to take pictures with everyone and got to know people as best he could in the limited time he had. For example, he took the time to ask about my health (because let's face it, he smelled horchata and tacos on me) and gave me encouragement. He told me it was a process and I just had to keep at it. Really, I love that little man. He even sent me an email the next day, thanking me for coming and even asked about my mother (who I mentioned because what kinda kid would I be if I didn't mention how my mom made me fat).


Swoon... it was amazeballs. I'm thinking of going back again, and if anyone is in the Southern California region and wants to join me, let me know.


xoxoxo I swear I lost an inch off my thighs with Richard,


Cynthia

P.S. Just so you can know how cool Margo is; she suggested we go see Richard in December so that we could avoid all the 'I want to get skinny January tramps'. I love her.