It's january once again and you've made the age old resolution.
You WILL lose weight this year.
2010 is your year of size six sexiness and for the men, it's the year your chest wins over your gut in the Battle of Protrusion. All this declared with and abundance of conviction reminiscent of Mel Gibson in Braveheart.
Well... I wish you the best of luck.
No really, I do. I honestly hope that you're still in the gym, running that mile or taking those spin classes come the 21st of March.
I do, because I am you. I..ahem.. let myself go a little bit over the Christmas holidays and if I'm going to be able to wear anything other than baggy tees come summer, I need some serious dedication.
On the bright side, however, my first few days back in the torture chamber greeted me with a pleasant surprise. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!
The other guys, gym buffs, exceptionally and consistently fit guys that last year sparked my unashamed envy on numerous occasions, all sporting the equivalent of a 4-month baby bump.
The small but very alive part of me that delights in the suffering of others danced with glee.
I digress...
I'm writing this to encourage you.
Ladies: you want to be able to fit into those "gotta peel em off with a sharp knife" skintights without the embarrassment of an unsightly muffin top*? Run those miles, spin those cycles, crunch those abs and get sexy. I'll see you in the summer.
Fellas: ....blah
Happy New year
*When a woman wears a pair of tight jeans that makes her flab spill out over the waistband, just like the top of a muffin sits over the edge of the paper case.
