Rockin' the 2 Pack

Over the past year and a half I've lost somewhere in the area of 35-40 pounds. While I've watched tv shows or heard about people that lose two to three times that in a year I'm more of the thinking that slow and steady wins the race. I'm 5 pounds away from my ideal 'I'd be happy if I didn't lose any more' weight which seems to be hanging on for dear life. And I can see exactly where it is.And it's driving me crazy.

As strange as I think it sounds, I have a defined 2 pack on my upper abs. It's there, it's real - it's not just my ribs, I swear. They're muscles baby, and I'm proud of them. I'm half tempted to wear a bikini top with high waisted jeans just to flaunt them. Okay, I'm not at all tempted, but you have to admit its not a totally ridiculous idea.

And the lower abs, is a little pooch that just sits there and says "Here is a good two pounds, covering your four sweet ass, rock hard abdominal muscles just to piss you off".

It probably doesn't help that nearly a month ago I fell down the stairs, quite possibly breaking my tailbone which has left me fairly useless in the crunches/sit up department. Yelping out in pain with every roll on my bum is embarrassing, even when I'm alone in my basement dungeon of a 'gym' my husband and I have created. 

At this point I realize I really don't have a point, other than to vent over my non existent full 6 pack and gloat over my completely defined yet unable to be flaunted 2 pack of pure, unadulterated muscle.

You know you're jealous.

Good intentions

I seem to be full of lots of good intentions lately. Like ditching my old blog and starting this one so I can say whatever I want without needing to censor. And then I didn't post anything for a few weeks and here I am.

This summer I had all intentions to spend my Saturdays at the farmers market, buying local as much as possible. I figured 'hey, I'm finished with school now, I have time again, I can do this!" I cancelled my home delivery of semi local produce that I had been receiving for almost two years because the variety was sub-par and as I said - 'semi local'. They could never tell me exactly where it was coming from and I'm pretty sure that bananas don't grow in Michigan. But here I am, in the middle of July and I've been to the farmers market once. Granted I picked up a second job that has me working every other weekend so my actual Saturday availability was cut in half, but apparently on those days that I do have open I'm either not in town, or sleeping off the night before. Don't judge me, I work 50+ hours a week at one job and an additional 16 hours on the weekends every other week, girl needs to let loose every once in awhile. 

I could say 'here's to making a change, I vow that THIS weekend I WILL make it to the farmers market!' But I don't really see that happening. 

So I think its best to just not make any intentions. Good or bad. Although bad intentions can sometimes result in fun activities.