You find yourself in Zumba class. You've always liked to dance, and you need a workout. Plus, the guy you thought you really wanted to be with isn't interested in a relationship with you. You assume he can't love you because you're overweight. You need to change that. Fast.
The instructor is slapping the hardwood floor. Ricky Martin is playing. You haven't heard "Living La Vida Loca" since middle school. You break into a huge grin. Following the instructor's cue, you pretend the floor is a bongo. It feels good to hit the ground to beat of Latin music. Hard.