Six Pack.

After what seemed like only a few week run into his highschool football team’s summer training, my brother sent me a victory pictext of his new six pack. A super-defined, definitely legit, he-wasn’t-even-flexing six pack. Oh, how shocked and incredulous and incredibly jealous was I! I regretted with all my being that I did not join the football team in highschool. The reasoning being that if I had just turned back time to 20 years before I was born and then prevented my school's girl's football team from getting cut and then I went back up in time and joined that girl's football team, then I would have had a six pack in highschool, then I would have a six pack now. Instead I was spending all the energy I could have spent time traveling (or just joining the soccer team) on continuously eating under the ever-thinning guise of “I’m a growing girl, mom.”