Who doesn't want a six-pack? Not talking about beer here folks, I'm talking about a sculpted bod.
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| A progression to a six pack. I would settle for the middle status. The far right is actually a little bit much. |
My good friend and Travel Buddy is a yoga enthusiast. Recently he began taking pilates twice a week, in addition to his yoga classes. He sent me this photo this morning after his 'boot camp' Pilates session. Pat, the results are there! I'm jealous.
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| Pat this morning after his Pilates class - looking good Pat! |
Way back when I used to have a sculpted body like this. That was when I used to walk a couple of miles to work every day (when I lived in Center City Philadelphia). I put in a couple more miles walking around performing my job as a Trust Operations Manager at the bank where I worked.
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| Me on the beach in Provincetown, Mass 1976 - more hair, less fat |
Also, these days my six-pack has been replaced with a permanent belly. No, I'm not going to show you a photo of it. I'm too ashamed. In fact, I'm nervous about donning a swim suit when Pat and I next visit Palm Springs, California this coming February. At least our pool is private and I'll only have two display my little pot belly to Pat.
