I have a two-pack

Kind of. That's right: I kind of have a two-pack!. It popped up overnight: last night, as I wiped Connoisseur choc-chip caramel ice-cream from my mouth and hopped into bed I swear my stomach looked like normal. Today: abs! Two of them! Okay, sure, most people who *have abs* have a six pack. Maybe even an eight-pack. But as someone who last had stomach definition back in the nineties (maybe) and has never exercised as hard as I am right now, I'll take my two puny abs and celebrate. Two is still better than none, after all. And, um, now I just have the four more to go.