Most of my friends are a four-hour drive away from where I live. Seeing them often isn't always realistic, and connecting with them from afar isn't always easy. So I figured, since I can't recruit them for a boozy brunch on a random Saturday, but why not recruit them to do this challenge with me? A few buddies stepped up to the plate and signed on. We set reminders on our calendars and bugged each other incessantly when the clock neared midnight and we had yet to do our set. On some occasions we even FaceTimed while doing them.
Chris was not lying when he warned me about rug burn. The first location I chose for performing my daily crunches was, indeed, my rug. After all, what options did I have in my 500-square-foot New York City apartment? But after just two days of this, the rug burn was real. I then decided to move to my hardwood floor—big mistake. Those red marks turned to straight-up bruises I could feel every day at work as my lower back rested on my computer chair. That's when I decided to use my yoga mat, which I should've been doing from the start. The rest was pretty much smooth sailing, in the injury department at least.
Though I committed to doing 50 crunches a day for a month, I didn't commit to any kind of diet or additional exercise plan. I tried my best to make my three classes a week (and failed miserably at that), but I did keep up with my 50 crunches a day.
Since I wasn't sticking to a diet, that also meant on Mondays, especially after a boozy weekend starring late-night pizza, the last thing my lethargic body wanted to do was lie back in the foetal position and go head-to-knees. I managed to do it, still, every day, but noticed a stark difference in my enthusiasm level on the days when I felt gross and bloated than the days when I had been eating decently.
Fifty crunches a day really is nothing in the scheme of things. Each day I spent no more than a solid minute in the crunch position and never even had trouble finishing all 50 at once. But still, getting myself to squeeze in that time was tough. I found every excuse in the book to push off my set of 50 until later and later and later in the day. My list of excuses included (but was not limited to): "I skied all day, I deserve a break," or "I woke up too early this morning and I'm tired," or "But it's the weekend!"
I'm thankful that my husband gave me his infamous: "Are you effing serious?" look each of those times.
All in all, I'm glad I took on this challenge and, for once, committed to some form of a daily fitness routine. But I don't think this is something I'd recommend to anyone gunning for a six-pack. If the goal was commitment, I won the gold medal. And while I definitely felt definition in my upper abdomen, I saw little improvement in my physicality (take a look at the before-and-after photos above).