I have the kind of abdomen that keeps moving long after the rest of me has stopped. Some jiggle in the middle. It's also blindingly white because it hasn't seen any sun since the first Bush administration. I gave up my dreams of a washboard stomach long ago in the 5th grade when puberty hit and I suddenly became very aware of my flaws. An ab roller shouldn't be on any ten-year-old's Christmas list (true story). I think the only way I could maybe have abs is if I ended up in some kind of starvation-induced emergency situation, like going on Naked and Afraid and getting shipwrecked on a desert island with just me and some coconuts (but even then I would worry about the carbs).
But, well, if I can lose forty pounds and run a half-marathon, maybe I can do this too. Maybe there are some muscles under there just waiting to be unearthed and maybe I oughtta do it before I get married and have kids (at least then I'll have the memories of abs, which right now, I do not). So, since I am ABSolutely fed up, I bring you Abracafabulous.
Abracafabulous was the team name chosen by my Run or Dye sister for the colorful 5K we ran last summer and since said friend is going to be joining me on the journey, I thought the name was fitting. I've had a couple other friends interested in coming along for the ride actually, so I will be posting their stats and photos as well (oh yes, ladies, there will be photos). Abracafabulous has no time limit but I am hoping to do it as fast as possible, whenever that may be. Basically, we will be posting bi-weekly photos of our fab abs and working them out in between. My goal here is to go for a six-pack. Or a four-pack. Hell, maybe even a two-pack. I honestly don't believe it's possible (now there's a healthy way to start a project) because my waistline has never been anything but one big pack of gummy bears. BUT I'm willing to give it a try and change my attitude since that has served me well in the past. I'm starting out with a 36 inch belly-gut, a 31 inch waist and a book from Jillian Michaels that I'm hoping will change the landscape of my middle forever (or at least for awhile). Here are my crude camera phone pictures to soon be followed by much better actual camera photos. [And as an editor's note here, it took a big breath of bravery to pull those pants down passed the roll. It really, really did]:
|Classic Dunlap Syndrome: the belly done lapped over my belt. Oy.|