I’m not blogging lately because, well, I got nothin’. Besides, my last post used up all my thinking brain cells.
What I’ve discovered is that thinking brain cells are a lot like my 6-pack abs: if I don’t use them, they go away. Or, more accurately, they turn to mush. (Not that I’ve ever had 6-pack abs, but you get my point.)
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About 5 minutes just lapsed from the time I finished writing that last paragraph to the time I began writing this one. Because why? Well, because I looked at that phrase “6-pack abs” and was overwhelmed with the urge to do with it what I always do with things like that.
Google it.
You can imagine my intrigue when I found this article come up in the results: The Secret for 6-Pack Abs. Well glory be. Finally. A secret.
I read the article.
Dumb.
The bottom line is, there’s no secret. Unless “diet and exercise” is what you call a secret. Give me a break.
A secret would be something like, “A small group of cancer researchers at one of the country’s well-known universities was studying the effects of chocolate on the brain cells of rats who are entering the twilight years of their lives. In the process, they discovered (quite by accident) that humans who want 6-pack abs can achieve this goal easily by consuming, of all things, a jumbo size Hershey’s chocolate bar with almonds. But there is a catch. The jumbo chocolate bar, eaten alone, will not achieve the desired results. Surprisingly, the only way a well-defined 6-pack will emerge, is if the jumbo chocolate bar is first smothered in peanut butter, then sprinkled with crushed toffee and finally, served atop exactly 4 scoops of vanilla bean ice cream. The scientists discovered that this particular combination works in such a way as to safely, quickly, painlessly and effortlessly dissolve fat, particularly in the abdominal region. The loss of fat then reveals firm, well-defined abdominal muscles, often referred to as ‘6-pack’ abs.”
Yes. That would be my kind of secret.