Kid in a candy store/A huge victory!
I have acquired a bit of a recent obsession with taking pictures of my abs. See, I can liken it to a teenage boy who just started having sex: he never HAD sex before, so he’s SO excited. He’s incredibly horny and wants to do it ALL THE TIME. He even gropes his girlfriend in public because he’s SO EXCITED that he actually HAS one! He feels like a kid in a candy store whenever she’s around; he just wants to unwrap her and reveal his own package.
That’s me, but with my abs. My stomach (along with love handles region) has always been my #1 fat storage spot. I will have bulging biceps lightly wrapped with outlines of veins, "show ready" thighs, anatomy chart-style calves, and obvious pecs before I lose the jiggle on my stomach. This is quite frustrating, really - I will see these chicks on here at 17-19% body fat with killer abs (they usually don’t have the other things I mentioned, but they still have KILLER ABS) and think, "HEY! That’s NOT FAIR!" For me, obtaining abs is something that requires A LOT of hard work. If I eat one little morsel of non clean food or go over my calories, I might as well watch my abs get washed away by the fat waterfall. I’m almost scared to eat crap food after my contests are done because I want the abs to stay. *LOL* I’m now picturing myself eating one bite of cheesecake and then running for an hour on the tredmill like those crazy valley girls.
In other contest dieting-related news, I am trying as hard as I can to avoid social events. I went to my friend’s 21st birthday party the other night and stayed out until 2 (weeknight… man, I was tired). I’m not sure what was worse: being stone cold sober while everyone else was plastered out of their minds, watching everyone eat cake and ice cream as I drank water, or driving drunks home and having one throw up on the side of my truck. Parties are tough for me these days, and I have to constantly remind myself that people who drink and eat "party food" while preparing for a contest usually are not the ones who win! 
Seeing junk food causes this agitated sensation to arrive within. It’s hard to explain, but I get the sudden urge to curse it, along with whoever made it, whoever eats it, and whoever even stares at it. I didn’t even eat junk much before competing (most of it does not taste that great, it’s loaded with odd chemicals when I’ve always tried to eat clean, and massive greasy stuff + my stomach = "Crap, I gotta make a visit to the little girls’ room"…), but we all know that we tend to want what we can’t have.
