Thanks to a very busy study schedule and an EXTREMELY LAZY idiot ( i.e. yours truly), the waist of my favorite jeans seems to have shrunk, so a couple of weeks back after a violent 20 minute struggle as I finally managed to button down my jeans I saw the first glimpse of You- Know- What…… The stuff that nightmares are made of …… A MUFFIN TOP!!! YIKES!!!
I was now hearing the warning bells loud and clear…. i need to start some physical activity……
Easier said than done, on morning that I finally manage to get up to hear the alarm, I can only see the snooze button and thus it’s sleep time again…….
And so it went on until last week…. I went shopping for tees ( summer is here and that means the spring summer collection is in at UCB! yay! ) but OMG ny tummy is beginning to show through my tees- that was it……. next day I started an intensive jog-push ups-crunches-stretches routine!
and within the week I was back in shape! Tummy almost flat again and to my surprise I was rewarded by a little extra- the slightest definition of upper abs, my motivation to stick to the regime!
And that is when I was prohibited from working out . No, not by my doctor, not even by a physiotherapist- but by Rhys……..
Wondering why? well so was I ……… what had possessed my sweet and supportive boyfriend to take on such a rigid stand against me getting fitter that he even threatened to leave me if I dared develope my abs any furthur……??
So now I am left wondering how to convince Rhys to allow me to continue… how do I get him to join me in my routine…..
Any suggestions ???