I am extremely self-conscious and embarrassed about publicly sharing my measurements. I just shared that I had a 29" waist measurement, which is true around the waistline for a dress, but not true for a belly button waist measurement that includes a small portion of the hips. Now I feel like a lying donkey butt about that. I'm also a little embarrassed about bust line measurements because you have to do it without a bra and across the nipples. Boob fat information just doesn't seem like something a woman should publicly share.
I'm going to put my shame aside and share my measurements anyway. Everybody has measurements and everybody sweats. Besides, I never know when someone might want to secretly give me a pretty dress or order me a really nice outfit for Christmas or something. They'll be like, "Oh yeah, Karen shares her measurements on her fitness blog. I can get her size from there without awkwardly asking how much boob fat she has." Yeah, selfish wants trump paranoia! I found that both sides equaled the same, so I didn't mark down left and right.
1. Biceps = 11.5"
2. Boob Fat = 35"
3. Waist = 31"
4. Hips = 36"
5. Thighs = 20.5
6. Calves = 13.5
Total weight = 113 pounds without shoes 115 with shoes. I just assumed it was 120 for the longest time.
I'm going to do my measurements once a month on the 9th of every month and I'll share on here. On paper, differing from Nelly's descriptions (36/25/34) and those of a brick house (36/24/36), make me feel weird (35/31/36). My waist needs some abdominal exercises, but abdominal workouts make me sad...no really, they make me extremely sore and sluggish. I'd rather run a half mile on a sprained ankle than do 20 crunches for a day because the sprain hurts me less. I know because I've unintentionally done both. I think squats and the hula hoop are gentile transitions towards being able to do abdominal exercises. When I use my hula hoop, I step all over the room and do squats while spinning the hula hoop because it gets boring just swiveling. It's not like I'm just standing there tucking my core in and out.
Every time I try to do abdominal workouts, these crazy fitness people offer a 30 day routine for beginners that include about 50 reps of ten different leg lifts, jumps, and basic crunches. When I do them, it kills me the next day. It's like when I started walking and everyone said, "3 miles per hour is a regular pace" even though my regular pace was 1.9 mph. Then I find out that I have a shorter leg span and stride than most, but still have worked myself I to a much faster regular speed than someone of average size. I'm sure the endurance level for crunches is quite similar. I'll start out doing 10 a day and eventually be able to do many more than someone of an average build. I think my achy failure was a result of forcing myself to do crunches at a level of someone who strolls at 3 miles per hour. In that sense, its no wonder I failed. I was setting myself up to be discouraged!
From here on out, I'm going to add crunches to my workout as a mini-routine in the evening. I'm not going to do a million for a half hour. I'm just going to do ten. Ten little crunches in the evening. If I can do 15, I'll do 15. Then on the next night when I feel like I don't want to do crunches, I'm going to remind myself that its only 10-15 little crunches. The week after that it'll only be 15-20 super easy little crunches. I can do this! It'll take a little longer to move up than speed on the treadmill, maybe not as long as resistance on the elliptical, but I'll get it done. I really want that universal gym for New Years when all of the exercise equipment goes on sale and I'm going to earn it.
As a reward for sharing my measurements, I'm going to paint my nails on my toes and fingers any color I want, even if its neon or sparkly. We're going to a pool party when we take our vacation next week, so a crazy color will remind me of how I earned it when I'm freaking out about my less than perfect body shape. Hopefully the reminder will deter me from fast food cheats and gas station sodas while we're on the road.
**PS** (Or PMS rather) Exercising has thrown my cycle dates off. Last month, I was on time, but my cycle was very minuscule. I thought for sure Murphy's Law would send me into a late cycle while we're on the road to Maine...33 miles to the next bathroom, joy. However, it just set me 3 days off this time and I'm still super lite, which is super rare for me. I'm really happy about it because 1) It's a signal that my body is staying healthy and capable of creating life 2) It explains why my urge to consume carbs has increased and 3) My measurements include water weight even though the scale shows a slight and sudden decrease. Most importantly, I won't have to worry about springing a leak on the road lol. I'm going to retake my measurements on the same date anyway for the sake of repetition.
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