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It's Not That Easy!

I often have women say to me, "I want my body to look like yours!", or "I want your arms!". Well, I tell them you can have arms like me, but it takes a LOT of hard work! I don't think they realize just how hard I really work to get my arms to look the way they do.

Many women start going to the gym and think that if they do a little cardio on the elliptical and then a few sets of bicep curls or tricep kickbacks, they'll get lean and toned arms in just a few months. Well, when they find out that is not the case, they get frustrated and discouraged and many of them quit exercising because they aren't getting the results they want.

They don't realize that it takes YEARS to transform your body, especially if you really want to be lean and muscular. Having toned arms takes a LOT more than just doing a few bicep curls or tricep extensions. It takes years of heavy lifting to build enough muscle to really look toned. I'm in the gym at least 4 times a week, training HARD with the weights. And I mean, heavy enough weights that you can just barely complete the last rep. Most women don't train like that.

It takes years of CONSISTENT healthy eating to lose enough fat to really be able to SEE your muscles and get that defined look. You have to be super focused, you have to be committed, and you have to be consistent for years, not just weeks, not just months, but YEARS to be able to achieve a lean and toned look. It's not easy!


I've been training for over 10 years, and I'm just NOW getting close to where I want to be...still got a ways to go, though!

Comments

  1. Look at those arms! You'll be the cutest one on the beach : ) Way to go Lindsay!

    I totally agree with you. Those are not genetics or light weights, they are from hard work! The other day I was lifting so heavy that I almost cried and that's when you know it's heavy enough, hee, hee...

    Nicole

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  2. Thanks, Nicole. It's my stomach that needs work, though! :)
    That's right, you know it's heavy when you either feel like crying or puking! lol

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  3. I imagine your abs looks just fabulous. I was actually talking to my counselor about my ab obsession the other day. She asked me what I see when I look in the mirror and I told her, "My abs". She said, "That's all you see are your abs"? The sad thing is, that is all I see. Maybe I should just check out my arms from now on ; )

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  4. Well, I'm apple shaped, so that's the only place my fat goes. And having no hips makes the fat show more. :( That's okay, though, it could be worse!!

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