Time to Train the Personal Trainer

Well, here it is. I've got to face my demons. I've let myself go, and I'm in need of a personal trainer. Oh wait! I AM a personal trainer! A damn good one too! Thank goodness. Believe me, I could have pinched much more than an inch while taking this picture of my new horrid love handles (more like "grab a slab!"), but I don't want to make anyone nauseous. I'm going to join the ranks of my "before and after pictures," and become my own client. The only problem is I can't afford me! Ha, ha, just kidding. I'm so cheap it's a joke! Stay tuned for pictures of my newly toned and ripped body.