Nope, never had flat abs. They were flat, but just not…flat. Understand? You do, yes you do. So while trolling Ocean State Job Lots (I’m not ashamed…Hi, my name is Cheryl…I go to Ocean State Job Lots), I found a medicine ball and immediately thought…here’s my ticket on the train to crazy abs (having a child put a damper on my bikini bod and I’ve been salivating over some on display at Neiman’s).
Unbeknownst to my friend Kerry, when she sent me this link, she actually gave my sad and lonely medicine ball a profession…something it hasn’t had since I bought it three months ago. Here’s Runners World’s recent video for fab abs. Have a ball…achem…sorry. Puns are pushy sometimes. Bad puns. Bad.