I have a new measuring stick when it comes to my fitness – my abs. The last 9 weeks really whipped them into shape and they went from being acceptable to really defined for a gal who was never an athlete growing up. I sort of became obsessed with them, celebrating little things like a new vein popping up on my stomach or a smaller “muffin top” when I’d sit.
I worked really hard for them, and continue to do so. I do abdominal work *almost* every night. I have a really bad back and with stronger abs, my back feels better so there are a lot of reasons to take care of them. I snap pictures every few weeks to make sure I’m not slacking. Ha!
From February 4 to March 10, it’s obvious there’s been some slacking off. I’m back on the wagon though, and I expect a bit of a turn-around the next time I feel compelled to photograph my abs for comparison reasons.