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 for you! it must be frustrating to only see those 5 measily pounds that won't go away, but I bet you look AMAZING.
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