Count it...

Well I've hit number eighteen. I guess that should really have exclamation points because it's a pretty big accomplishment. But now that I've thought about it I am going to save the exclamation points for number twenty which is when I should "look better". I'm starting to get a cut under my love-handles/muffin-top/whatever you want to call them. That's exciting. My tummy seems flatter. Also exciting. I'm starting to not feel complain-y about my muscles being sore and feel accomplished because of it. I actually contemplated the possibility of a bikini (which probably won't happen because of my stretch-marked tummy). But to even contemplate it is not something that would have happened before starting a more regulated Pilates routine.