Crunch Count

Crunch Count: 52 (40 + 12)

Tonight, I spontaneously laid on the floor and started doing crunches. What was once a daily occurrence has become a “dude, weird”- BLOGWORTHY incident.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

I’ve written several times before about how I used to work out like a fiend and I used to eat healthy (different ways and times) and how I really want to get back into a healthier lifestyle.

I don’t have any excuses. I just don’t do it. I get lazy. I de-priortize. I choose my couch. Anyhow, here’s what I remembered and learned from my spontaneous crunch time.

1. I can’t do as many crunches as I used to be able to do. I was feeling it at 30. I stopped at 40, stretched, and did 12 more.
2. I used to be able to sit in a butterfly position and touch my face to my feet, and then touch my face to the ground. I was a few inches shy of touching my feet tonight. My fluffy socks are freshly laundered and everything.
   

   Face should have gone here. Clean, fluffy socks.

3. That crack in the ceiling is pretty noticeable from your back on the floor.
4. There’s a few other spots on the ceiling that appear to be patch jobs.
5. Will hips always make that popping noise? That used to happen during the glory days.
6. I was way too easy on myself. I could have done more types of exercises and more sets of crunches. I could have busted out the pilates DVD that I’ve used once.
7. The nightly crunches and stretches used to make me feel great before getting into bed and ultimately made me more comfortable…and relaxed.
8. Cats don’t understand what you’re doing when you’re on the floor doing crunches and stretches. They poke you in the butt.

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