CC-WEEK30 // The Classic New Year’s Resolution Fail: My Fight for a Flat Tummy

At the beginning of every new year, we all start with the same optimistic energy. We set resolutions, aiming to make ourselves better versions of who we were the year before. Some of these resolutions are realistic, while others are, let’s be honest, a bit too ambitious. Take the classic "get in shape" or "get a flat tummy" resolution, for example. For me, this goal was at the top of my list last year. I was determined to work out, eat healthy, and finally shed that stubborn belly fat that I've always wanted to get rid of. It was going to be my year.

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But, of course, things don’t always go as planned.
I started strong. I was hitting the gym (well, the living room, really), doing ab exercises, doing portion control and trying to clean up my diet. I even started tracking my progress with a fitness app. For a solid week, I stuck with it. I could practically feel the results coming, imagining myself sporting a flat tummy just like I was before getting married . It felt good, like I was finally in control.

Then... reality hit. A week passed, and suddenly my schedule started to get chaotic. Work, or should I say the lack of it, took center stage. I hadn't found a job yet, and I was starting to feel the pressure. I told myself, "Okay, I’ll just skip the exercise today, focus on finding a job, and get back to it tomorrow."
One skipped workout became two. Then, the next thing I knew, it was a month later, and I hadn’t even thought about my flat tummy goals and again my belly is back to pot. My resolution had already been pushed to the back burner. I kept telling myself I’d pick it up again once I got more settled, but that never happened. It became a joke in my head, I had unintentionally created a new resolution, “Start my fitness journey... next year.”
Looking back, it’s kind of funny. The goal of a flat tummy had seemed so serious and important in January, but by the time the months rolled on, I found myself giving it up for more pressing matters. It wasn’t even because I didn’t want it; it was because life kept getting in the way. The thing that made me laugh the most was how quickly I convinced myself that I would definitely do it “next year.” As if the arrival of 2026 would magically erase all my excuses.
So, here I am, at the end of the year, thinking about how I pushed that goal aside. It’s almost hilarious how something as simple as "getting a flat tummy" could get swept under the rug for months, only to be replaced by the endless cycle of "next year." But hey, I’ve learned that sometimes goals need to take a backseat while life happens. Maybe, just maybe, this year will be the year I finally do it. But for now, I’m okay with the fact that I can always try again.

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