One, I don’t know who but ONE, might (if they were wishing to die a horrid death) say that my stomach resembles a deflated helium balloon. Wrinkly, loose, stretch-marked skin, cascading from my belly button. It’s the price I have had to pay for two beautiful baby boys.
And that’s ok.
BUT, if I had my way, my stomach would be tightly pulled. I’d have even the slightest hint of abs. I’d have some definition.
Truth be told, despite working out my entire 20s, I have never had even a hint of definition in my abs. I could easily be convinced that I don’t actually have any ab muscles, which would explain why I have had years of perfect eating and consistent, difficult exercise and yet…see nothing.
If you’ve been with me for a while, you’ll know that I have made 2017 my year of mini-goals. Little improvements each month to change my body, mind and business.
My mini-goal for January was to not drink a sip of alcohol. Check it off, because I did it. 31 days without a drop of alcohol so much as meeting my lips.
February and March were all about getting cardio back into my life with WALKING and running 3 days a week on the treadmill. AND I DID IT!!!! Yes, it wasn’t always easy, but I made myself do at least 15 minutes of walking on my treadmill at least 3 times a week. You know what happened? I ended up doing a heck of a lot more than just 3 times a week and often walked for 20-30 minutes at a time.
Things are looking up for this (admittedly lazy) work-at-home mom my friends!
So, in the vein of setting small physical goals and reaching them, I have set a mini-goal for APRIL to work out my abs every day. YES, abs are made in the kitchen (so they say). YES, you can overtrain one body part (people on twitter have told me). YES, my body history tells me that the likelihood of seeing so much as a hint of muscle is slim to none (the mirror don’t lie). NONETHELESS, I’m sticking to my goal of 30 painstaking days of ab work.
Each day, my ab workout will look like this: