One of the hardest aspects of this fitness journey for me so far is my expectations and the sense of urgency. I've basically had abs since I was 6 years old because of soccer, lacrosse, fencing, basketball, Pilates, and excessive tree climbing. .
If I got lazy and stopped working out for a few months, I saw virtually no change in my body. It was awesome. I went on a health kick two years ago and was in the best shape of my life training for my first 5k (I abhor running, it was a black light 5k in brooklyn with a free concert so that was my motivator🏃🏻♀️). It took a lot of discipline, but I began seeing a change in my body within a week to two weeks, and I was beyond delighted by three months.
When I tried out a new birth control after the 5k, I gained 20 pounds even though I was still working out and eating the same foods. Went off the BC and immediately dropped 10lbs, and another 8 from working out.
This time around, I can't blame a medication, and I'm not going to get magical results in 7 days. This 21 day fix program has started working in ways that aren't necessarily visible. I'm happier and more excited each day. I'm supported by my tribe of women who are going through the program with me. I'm being held responsible, and given structure I always crave. I'm gaining peace of mind. And that jiggly chub under my belly button is finally calming the fuck down on car rides and staying still instead of channeling every vibration. 🙏🏻 Most irritating feeling for someone used to abs. .
I'm trying to remind myself this will take time, and that's okay, because time is one thing I always have to carve out for myself. ❤️