I’ve been debating with myself about posting before and after photos of my body as I, once again, try to get fit and healthy.
Body shots are a scary thing. I’m not overweight by a long shot but I could use some work, some light sculpting, some toning. Sunday, I was at the beach and a woman who looked to be about fifty walked by in a bright orange bikini. Her body was exceptional. It pissed me off. I couldn’t dare wear a bikini like her because of the bulge. I used to blame the stomach overflow on my children. Eighteen years since my youngest wrecked the womb I can no longer blame them for my lack of sit ups, crunches, or squats.
Really, all I need is a twenty-minute a day routine to tighten up. At 127 pounds I’m not trying to lose weight but get to the point where my clothes fit the way I want them too. I miss certain dresses that show a bit rounder belly than I would like to have, I want to be on Team FlatStomach.
This squat challenge has been all over my FB page and seems to be the craze of the moment. I would love to have the rock solid ass I had in my thirties. I was 100 pounds during most of my twenties with Noassatall but I was smiling pretty at my backside by the time I hit 30. #blackgirlproblems
Not sure if I’m going to bite the bullet with actually posting before and after shots but I’m about to get my fitness on.