After I went for my evening swim, I dried myself and redonned my gym togs for my sojourn in the upstairs gym.  I tried to muster some enthusiasm, but it wasn't easy and it never happened.  Exercise.  Yoga poses.  Planks.  No fun.  

I struck up a conversation with one of the trainers.  "Why are planks regarded so positively."  He didn't think they were, but they are essential for "building a strong core."  That seems to be a big word these days iin the fitness department.  A strong core.   Meanwhile, I don't know what it is doing for my panniculum.  

I believe one can increase ones' abilities at all ages and stages.  But this one really strains my brain.  

And then comes the next day:  My gluteus maximus is maximally strained.  My upper arms don't want to move.  And I sure as all heck don't feel particularly enhances in my sexuality.  

Tuesday, 8/22:  Now is the conclusion of my first week of Panniculum extermination.  I can say I felt a flutter of a susurration when I was bridging.  Of course, planking takes it all away and gives me reflux.