Maintaining those 6-pack abs…and why it’s a non-issue.
I have a couple of things to get off my chest.
Confession #1: I’m not as lean as I have been in the recent past, or as lean as I could be right now.
Confession #2: The only reason I care at this given moment is that I’m getting some fitness photos done with my favorite photographer before she bails on Europe, lol (she’s PCS’ing).
Confession #3: I’m not sure how much I care that my abs look much softer than in past photos, because I feel really good–and solid–right now.
Confession #4: The only times I worry about my leanness vs. softness is when I begin to entertain the ‘what will other people think?’ thought process. Which is rarely (having spent the last year training myself out of it), AND I am stronger, and more athletic, and more knowledgable than I’ve ever been before–soft abs and all.
Why am I telling you this?
Because I struggle with self-image and self-concept, too, although far less than I used to, because I’ve really worked hard on my thinking. I often feel a pressure to live up to my old fitness pics or an expectation of how I should look as a female fitness professional. But I’ve chosen to define myself and my own success, to never apologize for my body, and to evaluate myself as an athlete not an object. This is why I chase pull up PRs and do Tough Mudders–they make me feel like more of myself, not less, and my reflection has zero bearing on whether I can pull myself up to that bar or over that wall.
What’s more, I feel a moral obligation to encourage others, my daughter and other girls and women in particular, to stop evaluating themselves and their relative worth based on their body fat percentage, scale weight, or any other aesthetic ‘lack of perfection’ and/or social approval of how they look.
Happiness and power are found when one lives comfortably, and unapologetically, in their own skin.
It’s time to stop apologizing for ‘flaws’ and time to start really loving the skin you’re in. And if you don’t feel strong enough to do it for yourself, do it for your daughter, sister, cousin, best friend.
When we bring ourselves up, we bring up everyone around us.