After our food-filled trip to Turkey, let’s suffice it to say that the old denim jeans weren’t, uhh, zipping up the way the used to. What’s scary is that my first thought was great, I have to buy all new pants.
That is a scary way to think, my friends. I have 100% accepted the fact that I will never have the same swimsuit competition body I had when I was 21. Totally fair. And that is a lot due to the fact (YES THE FACT) that did you know your bones WIDEN as you age? Check this news story out. However, that is no excuse for letting yourself go and giving TOO much into it.
First of all, I can’t afford to buy all new pants every time I gain a couple pounds. Also, when does that thought process end? How many new pants cycles can one go through until you are suddenly 50 to 60 pounds heavier then you should be? All because you gained five pounds here and there and let yourself do it.
I refuse to let that happen. I have invested ALOT of money into really cute pants and with fall coming, those loose fitting maxis aren’t going to be my safe go-to for long.
Sigh…..it was time to get back to it.
I called Fitfix who have seen little of me this summer due to my hectic schedule. After some tsks and tats about my absence and my obvious decision to let my fitness fall to the wayside (yes, obvious. Those Oakley pants are pretty unforgiving in the harsh gym lights), they welcomed me back with open arms and we’re now back on track with our two day a week schedule with plenty of cardio and running for me in between.
Here are some extremely unflattering work out photos of me trying to make my fat cry.
I’m lucky enough that my arms and stomach bounce back pretty quickly. It’s my butt and legs that need the extra push.
This, my friends, is the Box Step, on which you run your hardest for 1.5 minutes and want to kill yourself after and punch your trainer. You don’t though, because she is stronger then you.
Working the old abs.
It’s hard work. Have another session this aft. I just want to be able to my cute outfits during TIFF.