Well here’s where the discouragement part barges in: The fat slab remnants on my lower stomach. I’ve had three C-sections, so lowest of my stomach(s) is not going bye-bye without a fight. It wasn’t until I snapped these pics that I noticed that when I do a crunchy move, the slab-remnants bunch up into a roll.
Working my lower abs.
Now I know I’m being really picky about this, so please forgive my bitching. I should be happy, right? I’m 38-years-old and birthed 4 child-spawns. I look okay. What am I complaining about, right?
Workin’ my obliques.
…but the more I looked at the pics, and the more I gazed at my lower stomachs, the most ridiculous (and not true) thoughts infiltrated my brain membranes to discourage me. Crazy thoughts, like:
- You can’t do this.
- You’re working hard, but it’s still gonna take you forever.
- You don’t look as good as you thought.
- You haven’t really made any good progress.
- Just quit now.
- You’re not really gonna post these pics, are you?
Oh my gawsh. The voices in my brain membrane were talking some ridiculous lies. Yes, even The Yum Yucky can get a little discouraged sometimes.
But I shook it off and gave myself some credit for all my hard work. I am bad azz, doing some kick azz workouts right now for the Bikini Body Challenge. I’m keeping it strong with 30-40 minutes of Plyometrics and other bodyweight exercises, followed by a 1-2 mile interval run. I’m following this system 5 days per week.
There’s no way I can keep doing this hardcore stuff without continued progress.
If you’re feeling discouraged, take time to assess whether those thoughts you’re thinking are really true (which they’re not). We’re only human. Discouragement happens. But you gotta give it a body slam and keep going.
Let’s all keep going, okay?