As you know by now, I don’t really post personal crap-it’s not my style and believe it or not, I’m a very private person. I open up to very few people about personal issues because I prefer to keep things lite and funny. But once in a while, when I’m feeling fancy I’ll write something personal. Well, today I’m feeling fancy.
If you don’t already subscribe to my beautiful friend Kim’s blog, do yourself a favor and do it now. Her posts lately have been so brilliant, I find myself randomly reflecting on them at various parts of the day. Kim recently wrote a post about getting that 6-pack of abs everyone is always dyyyyyying to get. Her post really resonated with me and I’ve been thinking about it non-stop since she posted it:
“Caring that much about how I look, is just NOT worth it. I don’t want to think about it that much. And I don’t want to be so strict with my diet, either. I am going to be making soft abs in my kitchen, and I don’t care. “
Seriously. It’s just not worth it. I’ve spent hours (as I’m sure you have too) reading articles on how to tone your abs, legs, butt, blah blah blah. I work on my abs probably more than what’s normal and I take core sculpt classes that specifically target my abs- so yes, my abs are strong, very strong. But do I have a 6 pack? Not even close.
Do you know what I would have to get that 6 pack? Constantly worry about the amount of protein I’m getting, cut out wine, bread, potatoes, pasta and pretty much anything else gluten-y/starchy…. do you know me…?
……basically do the exact opposite of everything I’m doing now. Could I do that? Absolutely. Do I want to do that? Hell no. It sounds awful. Why would I want to waste all my time thinking about what my body looks like when I can spend my time enjoying my life and the food I eat? So as Kim said, It’s simply not worth it. I love life too much to waste my time ruining it for some visible abs.
So I’ll never have a six-pack- who cares. Honestly, who would see it anyway other than me? It’s not like I walk around with belly shirts on or in my bikini all day. What would be the point of me doing all that crap to get a six-pack if I’m the only one admiring it in my bathroom mirror? And even if I did go around in belly shirts with a six-pack, would the purpose be so other women envy my body? That just doesn’t seem right either.
Now I’m off to polish off a baguette and finish a bottle of wine. (I’m not joking (I’m writing this in the evening for those of you wondering if I’m drinking at 6 AM.)) And then admire my soft abs in my bathroom mirror. I prefer em soft anyway, it’s a sign that I’m happy and enjoying my life. The only six-pack I’m concerned about getting right now is that Sam Adams waiting for me in my fridge.
Soft abs for the win! Thoughts?
That’s all the nonsense I have for now!
Ps. Happy birthday to my fancy-pants brother! I’m sure he loves nothing more than being at the bottom of a post about appreciating your body.