‘TIS THE SEASON TO RESURRECT THE BIKINI
My husband and I are sun and sea worshippers. He, having lived in a secluded beach paradise in Micronesia for over five years, and me having lived most of my life in a tropical country, we are constantly shaking sand off our feet. And then we moved to the Midwest and with winter bearing down on us, sun burn became the least of our worries.
But as we’re slowly defrosting, we are fast-tracking our summer this spring by booking tickets to the Little Corn Island in Nicaragua, hoping to get our tan on and our reggae groovin’.
Suddenly, under the five layers of thermal clothing, I find my long-forgotten abs. I used to do about a hundred crunches almost every day and climb the stairs from the ground floor all the way to the 25th and back. Now all the exercise that I do is the frequent baby lifting (roughly 22 pounds and growing) and picking up after my boys (that includes my husband), plus the occasional running around to take pictures for my articles. Aside from that, my belly button and everything around it pretty much hasn’t seen the light of day or any kind of muscle activity for over two years now since I found out that I had a jumping jelly bean breeding in me. And as my son grows, so does my tummy.