Now, I feel I should set the scene a little bit... I had just stumbled out of bed after rolling my eyes and turning the alarm off at 5am. I put on my workout clothes. The nice part of working out at home is that I can wear whatever I want because no one sees me. So today it was a pair of crazy red and pink flowered shorts (I can't remember when I bought these - I definitely wasn't thinking clearly that day) and a red sports bra. I was just closing my closet door when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Something looked different. I stopped and looked again. Sometime, maybe overnight, I had lost some of the bulge on my stomach and developed some muscle. Not great-big-bulging-I-win-you-lose type of muscle but there is definitely the start of some definition going on. Finally.
I contemplated waking Mark up to tell him but instead I just stuck my tongue out at him as I headed out to the living room to do the same ab workout as the previous days. It is apparently a good one. :)
When working abs, slow is always best...I can pound out 100 crunches and not feel anything, but if I do 20 super slow...you can bet I'll be breathing hard and feeling it by the end. So I did the 75/50/25 program again and it was even harder this time. No worries...I managed the whole thing and I wouldn't dream on shorting myself on the 1 minute bicycles. Not when it's starting to work. Another note: the bicycles - keep both knees bent, lay back and crunch up towards one knee, focusing on straightening the other leg, then repeat coming up towards the other knee...and do it slowly, concentrating on form. Your abs will be crying by the end of the minute.
It's kinda funny...at first I so badly wanted to see something....something that indicated that my workouts were changing my body, that my healthy eating was helping, and that it wasn't all for nothing. And then life took over. I struggled to find time to workout, struggled to keep getting up at 5am (especially since I wasn't going to bed any earlier) and struggled to drink as much water as I could. I forgot to keep looking for results. And I discovered something very true:
There is really nothing more motivating than results.