failure is funny ...

... but abs are hot.

So, I was just chatting with my friend M and he read the blog and said "it's amusing". Well, that's not really funny, is it? I originally was looking to provide entertainment, but realized that success isn't usually funny. It's enviable, but definitely not a bucket of laughs. By the way, he located his abs and they are at home eating delicious pasta and drinking wine.

I have a friend, N, who is in amazing shape, has a superior palate, yet somehow has a weakness for McDonald's french fries & chocolate shakes. The other day, she drove by 3 McDonald's on her way home and denied herself the guilty pleasure of those little treats. That is admirable but not funny. What is funny is envisioning this top notch chef secretly devouring McDonald's french fries and a chocolate shake in a dark parking lot.

As I sit here eating my grilled chicken salad, I already know the ending to my story chanbody. I will locate my abs, I will show them off, and I will maintain them until I die. Dramatic? Yes, but there is no other choice except success. The parts of the story I don't know are how exactly I will do it and how long it will take. There will be a lot of boring stories about grilled chicken, sets, reps, protein powder, and drinking gallons of water every day, but the delicious payoff cannot be ignored. Now don't get all upset. I will definitely share with you the slip-ups of when I happen to regain my sweet tooth and gorge myself on fat, alcohol and sugar and wake up on my couch at 2 a.m. in a carb coma.