Recently, I had an epiphany. I'm pushing 30. Okay, okay, I know I'm only 27 but I can see 30 on the horizon. I turn 28 one month from today which means that 30 is only two years away. GASP!
The reason for this realization is my butt. Yes, you read that right. My butt! I don't know when it happened but somewhere along the line I lost my tight little tushy and it's become overwhelmingly full of dimples. Not only on my tush, but they are creeping down the back of my thighs! Ack! Ladies, I'm sure most of you can relate?
Every morning I look in the mirror and analyze the ever-expanding dimple clan. When did this happen? I acknowledge that I'm no longer 95 pounds and a size zero but I'm not a large person and I'd prefer it if my butt didn't resemble a golf ball. I've dropped a few pounds this year and overall I'm very happy with my appearance and current weight. I just need to tighten up a bit. This is something I've been working on, but the dimples don't seem to be dwindling. I blame this on the fact that I'm pushing 30. You always hear people say results take a lot longer to get the older you get. I always figured this was true, but in my mind I'm still 23 so the results should be immediate. Why 23 is the age I'm stuck at in my head? I have no idea. All I know is that the toning needs to occur at a faster pace than it is.
So a few weeks ago I decided that this little issue of mine called for drastic measures. I work in a high-rise building in downtown Portland. 32 stories or 576 stairs to be exact (not including the additional 4 stories or 76 stairs of the parking structure). I know this because every day for the past four weeks I've decided to climb my ever-so bumpy butt all the way to the top and back down again. Holy moly! It's so hard!! I'm definitely noticing some results though. On. My. Fingers......My fingers! My fingers of all things are becoming noticeably thinner and my wedding ring keeps sliding around. As for my butt? Nadda. It still looks the same. It's just not right. I guess I have many days of stair climbing ahead of me, which I might add, is an art form. I had no idea! I realized that when I climb stairs I only use the balls of my feet and push off from there. This was making my quads extremely sore and doing nothing for my butt which defeated the point entirely. I concluded that when I climb the stairs I have to make a conscious effort to push off with my entire foot while squeezing intently, and only then does it actually work my butt. I'm sure I look totally constipated.
Have you noticed how you climb stairs? I challenge you to pay attention. It's harder than you think.