Oh, my legs. OW.
I’m on day five of my second phase of my workout program and although I can now get through the entire routine I can barely move for an hour after. I workout as soon as I wake up and I make eggs right after (protein after a workout is recommended) and then I just drink my coffee and moan. I must say I am noticing a difference. I always stand nude in front of the mirror before bed and rearrange my parts and I’ve noticed that the pooch on my stomach is flatter and it caught me off guard. I don’t know me with a flat stomach, regardless of how thin I’ve been dating back to puberty. My stomach is by no means flat but it’s getting there and I can feel that abs are screaming to show themselves and it made my heart skip a beat when I saw the difference.
Tomorrow is Ryan’s birthday. For two weeks we will be the same age. I have decreed it that he is not allowed to call me old during that time because he is in fact the same age but the second I advance in years it begins again. I have no issues with it, we banter. He likes to insist that he’s six feet – I stress 5’11.
I’ve started reading magazines like a spaz and I’m realizing that I might look young but I’m turning 37 and things can easily start going south soon. I’ve been reading all the recommendations and I’ve revamped my skincare routine. I’ve switched up my moisturizer to include anti-aging serums and have started using that shit Jennifer Aniston uses because I want to look like her. Since I’ve been eating better and better since January my diet is already where it needs to be to help with skin health and all that jazz, I’m just getting that oil-free sunscreen ready because it looks like we’ll be getting into the 70′s with sun in the next day or two and I have a new pedometer on the way and plan on walking outside to get me to the 10,000 steps goal.
I’m such a doer.
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