Okayyy... time for relaxing, non-weight loss
(sort of) related entry. Enjoy!
So, 8am this morning I had to turn up in my gym
for the “filming of the Azucar class”. (again, Azucar is very similar to Zumba,
but as I only do Zumba on the wii so far, I cannot tell you what’s the main
difference. Probably more impact – we do a LOT of body popping and jumping
around) I did as instructed, changed into my – wait for it! – Spandex and
thought I check at the studio what’s going on. And that’s when I had my first
heart attack!
Let me break it down for you:
I assumed – and we all know what assuming
means... – that this is going to be some filler piece in some health show, you
know the sort of short reports you can catch on breakfast shows and the like,
where they show the class from distance
then probably interview the trainer. Was I wrong, ladies and gent!!!! Wroooong!!
The studio we work out in (there are two in our
gym) disappeared behind all kinds of lights and cameras and black wall covers
and microphones... I was mortified to see all the fuss! This did not look like
a “light spot of filming”. Serves me right, as when I was invited by my teacher
last week to be “background girl” I did not even bother to ask what kind of
show she’s talking about.
I’m still not 100% sure, but what I could gleam
out from various people tells me that the show is some kind of weight loss show
where a panel of 3 “judges” or trainers or mentors will work with fat people to
get them become healthier. In the initial stages they are going to “audition”
for various exercise classes and trainings to chose they preferred methods –
and that’s when my Azucar class and teacher came into the picture. She was “auditioning”
her class in front of the judging panel this morning. Now, I admit I’m not a
celebrity spotter so I had no idea what so ever who the judges were... yep,
major ignorance here on celeb front.
But it gets worse! Read on...
When the set up of the studio was completed we
had to stand in for light checks and such. They had 2 hours just for our minute
and a half routine. Because that’s what we were supposed to do. Sans music! Count-in-your-head
style. I’m not a chicken, but I only started this class a month ago. I
attended 4 so far... that should hint to my confidence level in my moves. ZERO!
And we didn’t even had a routine! Pauline (my teacher) kept telling us that it’s
just easy move which we do in every class. My ass! (well, that body part will
take centre stage later on – keep reading!)
Also, about the “other” background girls: one
of them were lost – she apparently went to Westfield in Stratford , not at
White City... Major error: other side of London. Pauline had to give up on her.
The third background girl was a close friend of Pauline AND a Zumba and aerobics
instructor herself. Got the picture??? Pauline: hot and very fit Azucar
instructor from France/Peru, another French girl who’s a Zumba instructor –
and ME! I mean, this is crazy!
Hold on, it gets worse!
Now, it was not going to be as “simple” as doing
our sans-music little routine in front of the cameras a dozen times! Oh noooo!
They needed other shots too. The first one: us three coming out from the
changing room and “trotting” through the gym. They said words like “work your
booties” and “make it sexy” and such nonsense. And they were filming the whole
thing from BEHIND – firming and toning butts being the topic of this part of
the show. Now let me tell you: me, in a spandex short, from behind IS NOT SEXY!
And I CANNOT do the sexy walk either. I'm a big girl. 190lbs in spandex does
not look good on telly, I’m telling you.
But I had to bite the bullet – and just do it.
I could not let my instructor down. She handpicked me from her class – no one
else was there from our Thursday class, only me. I might have been her
second-third-fourth choice, I don’t know: there are really hot looking slinky girls
in our class, but she ended up with me. So I could not let her down – that’s
not how I roll. And anyway, how embarrassing it can be showing your big fat ass
in spandex on national television? Who’s honestly going to see it? Couple of millions
of people? That’s butt fluff! (I was f***ing scared to the bone!)
So, they did their shooting of our butts all
around the gym in various poses. On one point Pauline had to do her body-pops on
the shaking platform (don’t ask, I don’t know what it is, personal trainers are
using it with their clients, it’s a feet tall big black box) while me and the
other “background girl” had to do stretches focussed on our butts in the
background. Honestly... I should have walked off...
But I didn’t.
Then the time came for facing the panel. And that’s
when the main judge (I have no clue who she is) had a major diva-breakdown and
left the screen crying. It seemed that the whole cast and technical people
cannot calm her down and cajole her back on the set. And I wonder why I do not
like reality shows (apart from Biggest Loser)... After half an hour she
returned, took her seat and we could commence the shooting of our routine. They
had a little chat with Pauline to begin with, then we had to do our bit, then
two of the judges (not the stroppy one) tried some moves for fun. One of them
was a slightly older bodybuilder type guy – assuming again, looking at his
muscles – and he was really funny trying to emulate our bottom shaking.
Then all three of them had to give feedback to
Pauline about the “class” and the benefits of this kind of workout. But Diva
refused to speak, she started crying again and only said “I cannot do this!” in
a very dramatic fashion for a couple of times. So Bodybuilder took up her lines
and gave more feedback. Then they had to reposition the cameras, so they can
shoot the routine in full (put a big camera right in front of us) and we had to
walk out and walk in again and do the routine again and the two communicative
judges did their trials again too. That was fun again. Especially as the third
judge (don’t ask for name – no clue!): she was a very tall (I mean 6’3”) thin
blond girl, with a slight Eastern European accent – believe me I can hear them
from afar – and a massive beehive hairdo, wearing turquoise leotard, stripy leggings
and a bright red 6” platform patent shoe... with a rainbow belt around her tiny
waist. She was a sight – but she seemed to be fun too.
Then they did some closing shots with Pauline
and us, and we were told we finished. Thank heavens!!! I just about had enough.
In the changing room I found the Diva, sitting
on a bench crying profusely – and completely alone. I offered her some water
and asked her if she’s all right. She must be throwing the hissy fit from hell,
but she’s still a human being in need of compassion. So I offered. She said no,
thank you. So I left it. She kept crying – still alone. I was just on the verge
of telling her that although I have no idea who she is if she wants to talk
about whatever makes her feel so miserable I’m happy to listen... Because me is
that kind of person. But then one of the assistants turned up and they started
chatting. From what I overheard her problem is being very exhausted (duhh) and
that it is still not 100% sure that the show will ever air. What a downer! All
my exploits above for nothing! I nearly started crying. Well, not really. I
just wrote that for effect so you can see I have some Diva in me too. I’m not
only 190lbs fat in spandex....
Have a lovely weekend all!
And don't let your WFG (Weekend Fat Girl) rare her ugly head - I know that's going to be my weekend challenge.