The challenge

For as long as I can remember I have been wanting a toned stomach and some woman abs. Damn those toned bitches who go around flaunting their midriff in belly tops when I haven't dared to bare since I was 16 and didn't know any better. Mind you in my home town I had noticed a worrying trend of women with visible muffin top wearing belly tops of some description and trust me when I say no one wants to see that. I certainly didn't. 

Every time you go looking for fitspiration pictures the women are wearing teeny tiny shorts and a top that leaves their whole mid section exposed eeek. Or not eek because they never have an inch of fat and usually have perfectly sculpted abs and maybe occasionally freaky looking muscle that I'd rather do without. Maybe I am chasing the impossible but I am still chasing it nonetheless. Genetics are against me as women do not naturally have flat stomachs and then there's cortisol and estrogen making it far more challenging than it truly needs to be.

Here's the thing though, a recent sugar binge (totally uncalled for) and a quick follow up visit to a naturopath (specialist for my stomach problems) have confirmed that sugar does many many bad things to me so with that in mind I am better off steering clear of it and starting from today that's what I am going to do. I swear. Given that I can't actually eat any junk food without feeling horribly ill you would think I would look better than I already do but such is life.

Ever since I started crossfit I have been doing these 10 day and occasionally 30 day challenges to get fitter and better at a variety of different things. Okay fine so mostly it was an attempt to look better and I am not sure if that was an entire success but I did feel much better upon completing it. I haven't ever given up on a challenge except this one time. Many months back I started a plank challenge on my own and it was hard and I think I got as far as the day when you had to hold it for 3 and 1/2 minutes and thought no one will know if I don't continue and they didn't until now. But bravely or stupidly now that this challenge has come around again I have decided to give it another go and I have already roped in a willing volunteer to do with me so I can't quit. I'm sure it bodes well that with my abs tender from yesterdays classes it actually hurt just doing day one and that's the easiest day but I will soldier on in search of perfect lady abs. In 30 days time I will only be wearing belly tops or tops with cutouts on the midriff area so everyone can see how good I look, cold be damned. If all else fails I can always buy the girls version of the above t-shirt and try valiantly to convince people it is my actual body.

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