The familiar concave line on the side of my thigh is missing. The toned rise of my perky hamstring has fallen depressed. It isn't often that I reach this point, because regular exercise is a norm in my life. But my legs tell me I've been on vacation too long. So this morning it's back to the gym I go.
We all have different triggers that motivate us. I used to let my stomach do the talking, but that changed for two reasons named Sydney and Taylor. Because of them my belly is no longer a problem area, but just a problem. So instead of counting on my twin-squishy mid-section to speak to me, I now listen to my legs.
I'm curious: What body part do you entrust to tell you the harsh truth that you need to get back into the gym? And when it speaks, do you listen?
I look forward to the conversation after I've resumed my mission to rock my skinny jeans.