Once upon a time I had super tight abs. And then I didn’t. And now I want them back. Last week MizFit wrote a great post about how there is no trying only doing and she is right. For the past month I have been half-assing it with my core work & tightening up my nutrition seeing little change. Well DUH. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know why I haven’t been getting results. (what?! Twizzlers aren’t a fruit? not even in the strawberry family?) And I have been getting away with it because I didn’t fully make a commitment to myself that I was going to make any changes. I just kinda thought, ‘yeah, I’d like to have tight abs again…gotta focus on that core…eat cleaner…doh-dee-doh.’ Which is total effing shitballs because what I really meant was ‘oh, wouldn’t it be nice to have tight abs again, maybe if I day dream long enough it will come true, because i don’t really wanna have to actually do the work because I hate doing anything remotely related to ab work.’ (not even the kind where you engage your abs doing other stuff so you’re not really supposed to think you’re doing ab work).
So what do you care? Well, you probably don’t. But I do, because I want a six pack dang it, superhero style! (said in that really annoying whiny voice) Oh c’mon now, how many times have you thought about wanting something or doing something only to do the bare minimum to get it? Right. I thought so.
Anyway, I had been thinking about writing this post for a while, but writing it meant action, public action…ya know, the whole walk the walk/accountability thing. So, I’m gonna put my Twizzler where my mouth is, (dun,dun,dun) I am putting it out there that I will not be trying but actually torturing working my abs actively, consciously & painfully to achieve my goal. I don’t have a time frame, but I guess I should if I want it to be SMART so let’s start with a short term goal of 8 weeks, just to see where I am and then we’ll go from there. I might settle for a 4 pack…
Feel free to keep me on my toes and check in about it. No heckling or peanut throwing please (because i will surely eat them). And yes, I am doing this for the sheer vanity of it, so please don’t write to me about self-acceptance and belly-flab love. I get it already. I accept & love myself, but right now I would love myself more with a washboard stomach.
And since I have one package of Twizzlers left, I will start first thing tomorrow!
