Dear Toned Tummy,
I am sorry for putting you through such a hard
time a few months ago. I know it must have been devastating to let the
consumption of all the pasta, chocolate, and breads you could desire come to a
complete and sudden halt. I’m also sorry
that I made you contract and release your abdominal muscles hundreds of times, day after day, in an
effort to provide you with a hard, protective shell. But most of all, I’m sorry
that all of this work and effort was for naught.
It might would have been completely worth it if we’d
continued on the course to bikini-ready that we were on. Unfortunately,
we became a statistic and got “soft” due to a new relationship. We traded in gym time for couch time (or in
our case chair time) and healthy meals for big, fun meals to cook together. And
just like the will to work out went away, so did the definition.
I’m not saying
I’m sorry this happened. Definitely not! I’m simply issuing an apology to you
for putting you through all of that for absolutely no reason.
Now, with that
being said, gear up and put your big girl panties on because we’re about to do
it all over again. Enough’s enough.
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