ABS OF MY DREAMS HERE I COME

So, as many of you know if you've been acquainted with me for more than five minutes, if a magical genie offered me a chance to choose between world peace and an eternal set of perfect washboard abs, well, I would have to think real hard. But since I have no genie, I periodically decide I'm going to do something more serious than usual to make those abs happen. Right now I've cut out processed sugar and stepped up my workout regime quite a bit, definitely to a higher level than anything I've ever undertaken before. It's definitely having an effect-- my midsection is stronger, denser, and firmer than it's ever been. Seriously, next time you see me, squeeze me. I feel BULLETPROOF. But as strong as they are, they are still not quite as visible as I would like them to be to fulfill my midsection-related dreams. Because, let's face it, as much as I like being a physically powerful imposing force of nature, I just really really really like the way they look. So I've got to keep working at it. But still... I think, kind of you... you can sort of see them?



In the right light? Maybe?



ABS OF MY DREAMS HERE I COME.