No, we are clearly not talking about the 6 pack of the beer variety. We are talking about “a popular term for the rectus abdominis muscle of body builders, the appearance of which is characterised by excessively developed rounded muscle bellies separated by horizontal tendinous intersections, resembling a six pack of beverage cans” as qouted by Segen’s Medical Dictionary.
When I first embarked on this fitness mission, my goals started with small steps. I measured my progress simply by the clothes I wear. My measurement was my tight skort and my goal is to be able to fit back into it comfortably. After a goal is achieved, we set ourselves for the next and eventually the six-pack discussion surfaced. When you look at so many inspiring fitness models, you want the same of what they have. The effort that goes into building a Mecca of a body, each sexy rippling muscle, each throbbing vein – I was dripping with sex and desire to achieve the same.
Everything is possible so I started on a 14 days high intensity fitness regime followed by eating clean, high protein but low carbs diet, no alcohol. After 14 days of a very sober, determined and much leaner and fitter me (however socially handicapped at dinner parties without a drink), I was happy to see the definition of the abs emerging but its not quite 6 pack, it resembled more of a 2 pack. Deflated. But wait, a progression. However, no where near my desired outcome. Hard realization hit me that if I have to keep on living on a diet like this, and neglecting what drove me to fitness in the first place, life is just not worth living!!
In short, I love life. I love food and (alcoholic) drinks. So as not to give them up completely, I learn how to eat and drink moderately instead, and exercise to keep my input balanced. I will maintain my lean and toned self, enough to feel confident in little shorts and LBDs and still have my cake and eat it too, literally. So bye bye six-pack, I will never see you this lifetime but maybe in my next 😉
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