Posted on Wednesday, September 12, 2012
in Sports, Values
As I stepped out of the shower today I looked in the mirror to admire my four-pack.
Yes, four-pack. I saw it for a change.
Usually it’s covered by what used to be piles of pasta, insane amounts of ice cream, or bowls of buffet.
Don’t laugh. It’s the best it gets at this point: “The food I want or fitness?”
My occasional four-pack used to be a six-pack. And, when I was a skinny kid it was probably an eight-pack, but as Will Ferrell tweeted recently a six-pack on a skinny kid doesn’t really count; it didn’t take any effort.