the Heart Approaches What It Yearns

This was the one I didn’t use from last time, because I thought my legs didn’t look too flattering, and because I thought you could tell that the skirt wasn’t buttoned up in front. I’m holding it up. Why isn’t it buttoned, you ask? Because I can’t button it. It doesn’t fit any more.

This is this week’s shot, after me doing 15 naked crunches up on Special K’s tile counter top, holding in my poochy tummy.

(Click on either picture for larger view. Thanks again to: Special K, for taking the picture and keeping her hands off of me.)