FYI: Martial Arts Are Not Fat-Friendly!

I went to my first "self-defense" class tonight. It's actually Hapkido. I'm taking it because it's 1 credit which is what I needed to retain my full-time student status. I thought hey, I'll get in shape while earning my credit...both things I need to do right? Well what I didn't count on were 3 things: 1. There are 4 other people in my class, all of them are skinny jock girls about 18. (I'm 27 going on 28 by the way) 2. When you are a chub like me, you can't do the splits. Apparently doing the splits is necessary to the warm-up. 3. That I would get paired up with the super hottie guy to do "sparring" or practicing what we learned. Luckily Mr. Hottie was full of patience and didn't hate me by the end of class. My teacher who is a little on the butterball side himself pointed out every time I wasn't doing a warm up exercise right. Well hello buddy, have you noticed that I'm a big girl? I CAN'T touch my nose to my toes. My pouch o' baby fat is in the way. Now don't get me wrong, I'm proud of the fact that I carried 2 beautiful children in my tummy pouch. My fat sustained those 2 sweeties during pregnancy and hey, it's not all bad. But the pouch prevents toe-touching fun. So I come home looking for some comfort (and maybe some cheese fries) but apparently my hubby just doesn't get it. Clearly he has no clue what it's like to be the fat girl in a high school gym class (that's so what I felt like tonight all over again). He had told me when I signed up for this martial arts nightmare that I would LOVE this class so much that I would, get this, choose to do it again. Pfft! I'm trying oh so hard to try and keep a positive attitude about this. I'm sure it'll get better right? The lesson learned here is next time I need a 1 credit class, I'll pick like anything else.