As promised, last Friday for Lil Wayne’s birthday, I uploaded a picture of myself next to Weezy and Tupac. Since this blog was the first to know about it, I wanted to make sure I shared it with you.
My abs look aite. They’re not at Weezy level of strength or definition yet, but they don’t look all that bad. Good lighting, angles and filters help of course. But, for those of you who have read any other article on this blog, you know that I consider my stomach my weak point. So I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’m slowly but surely turning it into a strength.
I think the look on my face really makes the pic anyway.
And in case you’re wondering, I wrote “HAPPY BDAY WEEZY” on my stomach.
And in case you’re wondering, this is for my character personality B-Eazy (@BEazyHipHop).
And in case you’re wondering, yes, I might be insane.
In my alternative non-fitness life, I maintain a few weirdo personalities. Including this chick I’ve just revived from the dead named “B-Eazy” (@BEazyHipHop).
As you can see in her Twitter background, she loves rappers with ab tattoos. Specifically, she loves the pictures of Lil Wayne and Tupac showing off their ab tattoos.
So I’m using this as an excuse. Lil Wayne’s birthday is September 27. Not far from now.
I’m gonna work my butt off at the gym and focus on abs every single workout. I’m gonna really watch what I eat and try to get cut.
Then, in honor of Lil Wayne’s Birthday, I’m gonna post my own B-Eazy ab tattoo picture. (It will be a fake tattoo, of course, but still…)
My stomach is the part of my body I’m least proud of. I’ve worked hard over the past several months to tone it and tame it. Posting an ab picture will be a big deal for me, even if it’s just for a silly alternative personality.
Wish me luck.
I miss carbs already.
I bought a Tupac shirt. I love it. Like, love love love love love it. I’ve had it less than a week. This will be the second time I wear it to the gym. I’ve already washed it so I could re-wear it after my last workout. I will be washing it again tomorrow so I can bring it when I visit Indianapolis this week.
The first time I wore it to the gym, the woman who checked me in said “That’s an awesome shirt.” I responded, “I know.”
It’s like my new comfort blanket. I don’t want to go anywhere without it.
And, for some reason, I work out really hard when I’m wearing it.
Probably because all eyez are on me.