How To Get Your Stomach Ripped

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How To Get Your Stomach Ripped

How To Get Your Stomach Ripped

Is It Okay If You Have Stomach Fat Rolls When You Push Your Stomach Out?I'm obsessive about my belly rolls when I purposely push out and super-flex my stomach. I hate it. If I don't Get Ripped abs soon, I'm going To go insane. I look at my joke of a Stomach more than 5 times a day. How many times a week and How long do I have To do core exercises in order To Get rid of it? I was originally doing ab exercises during last week but kind of flunked out this week because there's no track practice this week and its vacation. I know that was lazy on my part. Should I be doing them as I speak? I can't do them on saturdays because of my 7th day advent-ism beliefs. I want To be the best that I can be. I don't want To run in my track meet knowing that I don't have a 6 pack. If you look at all the good olympic runners, they all have 6 packs, they are not fat arses. And I only waeigh 157. Do I have To do them on the weekends? If I do a plank exercise for 10 minutes straight, will that help? What if I can't do it for 10 minutes and can only do it for 2 minutes? I feel like the worst athlete and a fatty.(I am not anorexic or bolemic.) I AM WILLING To WORK MY BUT OFF To Get A 6 PACK. I NEED Your HELP To Get AN AB-WORKOUT SCHEDULE DESIGNED FOR HIGH SCHOOL RUNNERS WHO HAVE POTENTIAL. I KNOW I ALREADY asked a question similar To this, but I need additional help majorly. THANK YOU. I really have an inkling that this is not genetics its me. And... I thought ab exercises worked... ... ?? When I stand up , I virtually have no belly rolls, and I look fairly skinny, it's only when I squish my Stomach down that actual 'rolls' are visible. you guys are giving me good advice, BUT YOU ARE MISSING THE POINT!!! I only have visible belly rolls when i squish my Stomach together and kinda play with it. I am already running because i am on a TRACK TEAM!!!! and i am already doing ab exercises. What I REALLY WANT To KNOW IS IF IT MATTERS OR NOT IF YOU HAVE ROLLS WHEN YOU SIT DOWN IN A NUTSHELL POSITION??? OR DO YOU HAVE To HAVE A SIX PACK BOTH WAYS??? this is what i want To know!!! [ Read More ]

How To Get Ripped Abs? Or Just Good Core Muscles?any exercises links or anything that help? How do you Get the fat from the sides of Your stomach? [ Read More ]

How Do You Report Someone For Sending You A Uncalled Email From Answers?The following email was sent To me - How do I report him for abuse? From: rickjohn70 Subject: ******* ***** Message: Die painfully okay? Prefearbly by getting crushed To death in a garbage compactor, by getting Your face cut To ribbons with a pocketknife, Your head cracked open with a baseball bat, Your Stomach sliced open and Your entrails spilled out, and Your eyeballs Ripped out of their sockets. *beep* ***** I would love To kick you hard in the face, breaking it. Then I'd cut Your Stomach open with a chainsaw, exposing Your intestines. Then I'd cut Your windpipe in two with a boxcutter. Then I'd tie you To the back of a pickup truck, and drag you, until Your useless *beep* corpse was torn To a million *beep* useless, bloody, and gory pieces. Hopefully you'll Get what's coming To you. *beep* ***** What would you do if you received this email? [ Read More ]

Has Anyone Else Recieved Abusive Messages From Other Answers Users? Someone Called 'JosephL' OR 'Sv4300'.Message: Die painfully okay? Preferably by getting crushed To death in a garbage compactor, by getting Your face cut To ribbons with a pocketknife, Your head cracked open with a baseball bat, Your Stomach sliced open and Your entrails spilled out, and Your eyeballs Ripped out of their sockets. ******* ***** Not very nice is it!!!! i cant Get To see anything he has answered or any questions he has asked, so as far as i know, there is no reason for this abuse. what can i do, and How do i go about finding out why?! [ Read More ]

TELL ME ABOUT YOU (abit Of Fun :) ) Any Woman Due In WINTER 2009!!!? +++?Hi ladies. Im so very bored so I thought would ask you ladies in my month what Your pregnancy has been like so far :) When are you due? How old are you? First pregnancy? How have you been feeling now you've entered the second trimester? Found out the sex/will you? How excited are you? (1 - Not at all 10 - CANT WAIT!!!) If this is Your first pregnancy have you been feeling as if Your Stomach muscles are ripping when Your full (weird but i can feel it, but maybe thats because ive got very strong Stomach mucsles!) I'll be very intrested in what you have To say :) 10 points for the person who manages To make me laugh :) LOL [ Read More ]

How Did Taylor Lautner?For new moon he had To become in better shape, my question is. i dont understand but im sure someone could explain To me is How did he eat so much but yet got ripped? and such a toned six pack. i thought if you eat alot youll gain more weigh but itll add fat To Your stomach? so How did he eat so much but yet still stayed so toned and got bigger? [ Read More ]

How To Get Over A Broken Heart.....?My boyfriend just broke my heart in two, just Ripped it from my chest. I thought we had so much in common and truly cared for him. He was just telling me lies and playing with my heart like it was a toy. I just feel sick from it all. How do you Get rid of that feeling like your stomach is in knots and you want To throw up???? I just feel so sad..........I can't believe he's doing this To me... [ Read More ]

This Was Written By A 12 Year Old - Is It Good?Life When Your old and grey, secrets are hidden under the folds of Your delicate, papery skin. Your thoughts wonder and skip through the past in way you would skip through a lush, emerald green meadow. How could you look To the future when there is no future To see, How could you stare into the icy, electric time eyes of the present when Your eyes reply in fear and heart breaking agony. No. you must look To the past. When Your face was young and beautiful, full of joy and sometimes a hint of remorse, like adding pepper To a pudding. When Your dog ran up To you and you can remember the warm, wet but rough lick of his loving tongue – the thoughts of those before you bringing pricks To the eye. Life is bearable – even when you can almost see it slipping away in front of you like soap. When you can feel its warm moist breath on the nape of Your ghostly white neck. When Your hands shake weakly as they take a photo and try To remember, like looking through a dusty window. Its hard To take in what's around you – when Your already sunken into the past, you can see that by looking at Your eyes that have been sunken in Your skull over the years. The eyes are the only things that still hold the look of youth, so bright and vivid – but the sight out of them so poor you might as well been trying To look through a veil. You dropped Your chocolate ice cream on the floor and cried Your eyes out in till Your mum surprised you with a even bigger strawberry one – munch better than chocolate. Your friends are singing dressed in the disgusting muddy brown uniforms you all hated, round the camp fire. Girl guiding. The bubbles that erupted in Your Stomach with romance and passion from Your first kiss, remembering How easily Your lips shaped round each other warm and soft. The wet salty tears that streamed down Your face leaving there mark ,even when you had long finished, after the first feeling of being dumped. The rapt exultation as you finally faced up To the huge menacing bully that had hurt you all these years. How funny there face had been, HA. It still brings the corners of Your frail lips up now. How sinister the road had looked after Your dog had been hit – the pain had Ripped a hole in Your chest that would be there forever, it throbbed at the edges like a wound and bled with every beat of Your heart. But life was bearable. The relief as you finished school, you wouldn't let go from embracing Your friends and waving them goodbye as you set off for collage, then university. Moving into Your own place. The feeling you had when you realised you could break down on Your own and fix Your broken woes with unnecessary pity. When you could celebrate in the most embarrassing way you wished, when you could cook just for Your self and sing songs most dreadfully out of tune. Meeting him. Marriage, the tears of ever lasting happiness had smudged the beautiful make up that painted Your face. Saying I do whilst staring up into his warm, caring eyes seeing everything you wished for in them. That wonderful night. The toddlers that run and scream and gigged at unexpected times over the carpet. Having sick down Your front a number of times. Watching them grow up so quickly into much more than you wanted, being so happy for them as they bring home that scholarship. Going off To work, getting families. Watching Your life repeated in front of you. The feeling you brought that happiness To others. A smile passed on. Sitting on a rocking chair by the fire knitting, Your husband reading, feeling so much like a classic grandparent but not caring as you watch Your grand children repeat Your life again. Lying there and remembering that life is bearable. Watching the memories as if you were in the cinema watching a film. Flicking through diaries and smiling To Your self at Your foolish, teenage, scribbled words. Oh yes life is bearable. And life will always be there, after Your long gone. Life will always be there by the smile on Your lips. And the cycle continues over century after century, Your life repeated and repeated. The world will keep spinning, the buzz of life will hum like a lullaby. Because it is always there, no matter whether or not you can see it, like air, you cant see it but its there. And each bit of dust that catches the light and glints silver for the split second holds life. And the point of life no one know, although happiness and sun shine whether its in the sky or inside you has To be part of it. Every thing is life and life is everything. It should be wrapped like a present. Life is Love. [ Read More ]

Name This Pain... (betrayal, Back Stabbing, Etc., Ect.)?A relationship is made of several different things: 1. Love 2. Trust 3. Honesty 4. Care 5. Support 6. Determination We all know that. But one thing that people don't know is that a relationship between two people isn't 50/50. It's always 60/40 or 70/30. One person always loves more. And one person always has loved longer. No matter what, there's always someone(#1) that cares more about the relationship, and more about the other person(#2) than #2 does about #1. People say that To make a relationship To work you have To be patient and work hard To establish it. Well that's a joke. There's always someone who pretends To be hard working, while the other person actually works and tries. But the slacker just goes along for the ride...and ends up breaking the true person’s heart. If you ask me, there's no such thing as a 'true relationship' between two people. You may think there is, but if you look closely, there's always a flaw. Someone starts pulling away after a while. Soon, they make new friends/ find someone else/ Get divorced/ start arguing (etc.). It may be perfect at first, but then things start To happen. People change, they grow away from you, they lose interest, and they start To not care.... And personally, I hate this feeling. I've had it happen To me. And it's not something you'd volunteer yourself for. It hurts. It feels like you've been hit by a bus. Or Your very soul has been Ripped away from you and crushed. You're heart starts To feel heavy. Your Stomach ties in knots. Your throat closes up. Your eyes start To run and tear. Pretty soon, you can't hold it in any longer. You've put up with this unknown pain for-it seems like-years. And you just can't deal with it any more. So you stop-then and there-and cry. You cry until you think there's not a drop of water left in you. But, surprisingly, you feel the same feeling once again. So this time you start sobbing. Your face turns red and puffy. Your eyes are blood-shot, and you're nose is dripping like Niagara Falls. Yet you keep crying. And you keep sniffling, and the tears just keep coming. Who knows, you could be crying for days. Yet you still feel like Your soul has been run over by a train. And Your Stomach is still in knots. And it has caused you lack of appetite. So you haven't eaten in who knows How long and Your weak and tired. But you can't seem To choke down even a bit of the soup Your mom is trying To shove down Your throat. But you're still able To find enough water and salt To cry. You go on like this for only Pete knows How long. And pretty soon, people start To worry. They keep asking you what's wrong. And why you won't stop crying. And when you can't find the words To answer, they start with threats. After a while, they give up. They go away and don't come back for a while. While they leave, you wonder why someone won't just stay and hold Your hand. Like they used To when you stubbed Your toe or fell on the sidewalk. But you're all grown up now. And they assume you can handle Your own problems. And they all want To know is what the problem is, so they can act concerned for about five minutes, and then leave you all alone To fend for yourself. But the truth is, this kind of pain is something no one can go through alone. And this type of pain can't be healed by band-aids or from a giant lollipop given To you by the guy on the street corner. To me, this type of pain follows you for the rest of Your life. Even if you make new friends/ meet someone new/ apologize/ or just ignore the source; even if you heal, it follows. There's always something that triggers the memory. There's always a reminder there, warning you not To Get To close. And when a day comes along and you just can't seem To Get out of bed; or when you just start To cry for-people think-'no good reason'; you'll secretly remember that pain. What if felt like. And the cause of it will come back To haunt you...then slowly fade away. Until that day comes that it is triggered yet again. For me, this pain hasn't gone away yet. If I look closely, I can still see the scars that were left on my heart after the war was over. And after all the tears were shed, and all the days of remembering, I can still feel it sometimes. And I remember what caused it. The pain only hurts worse during those times. And when I don't remember it, I'm almost positive I can still feel a slight throbbing where it feels like my soul was Ripped out and dropped from Mount Everest and then stomped on with a Golfing shoe. To me, this pain isn't something asked for. And this pain isn't pretty..... But neither is *** Sorry about the length. I got carried away. And, it's not really all about me. I don't feel like that. I thought of it from a book, and just added on. [ Read More ]

How Can I Get A Six Pack And Bulk Up? Without Losing Any Muscle?My arms are pretty toned and so is my body, I'm more on the toned and slender side of the spectrum, even though my Stomach is okay, I want To Get Ripped six packs, but in order To so I hear you have To shed off that extra layer of fat on Your Stomach with cardio, but cardio affects Your muscles and makes them smaller? Can I Get a six pack without losing any muscle? [ Read More ]

Help Me With My Story?help me continue it a little.. oh and the couple mistakes. the narrator has To speak by saying you. and the narrator has To be different in personality from myself.. but that part isnt that important. here's the story so far..its not too long, just a lot of spacing (I made it sound trashy on purpose lol sorry) ------ Your eyes are black. The blue is gone – it was devoured by Your pupils. Your lips are red and blotchy. It’s from that sour substance you love so much. It looks like you just made out with a whore – which you did. I lick my hands and spread them across Your hair. I sweep Your messy hair from Your face –and it worked, for a few seconds. It falls back even worse. You’re a mess. But you have no idea How good you look right now. I’d eat you if I could –oh wait, I already did. I lay back against Your stomach. And that’s when he comes in. He staggers by the door and I smirk. I motion with my finger for him To join –it’s only a taunt of course. I wouldn’t want him near me. He calls me a name, one I’m so used To hearing. I laugh at his face and roll over –now my Stomach is against yours. I tell him To go away –in a very rude way. He grunts. I know he’s Your friend, and I should treat him nicely, but his arrogance annoys me. He pushes me gently away from you, it was gentle –but I know you wouldn’t like it. He lifts you up so easily –even though you’re taller than him. It’s because you’re so lean –and if I do say so, quite fit. His eyes are black to. His pupils took over the honey. But he’s so much stronger than you –I do hope you know that. At least he’s still conscious. He’s pulling you away and I throw myself for Your hand. He tells me To stop and I tell him To go away –my words came out slurred. He looks at me confused and I repeat myself slowly. He says no and keeps pulling you. I kiss the tattoo on Your knuckle –and the one on Your wrist, and the one on Your arm. He looks at you disgustedly and tugs you away from me. I tell him To at least give me my cheetah print cardigan back –the one you put on when we traded clothes. He rips it off you –I can see the tattoos on Your chest and biceps. And I can see the ones on Your pelvis, and stomach, and back. I lick my lips. He smiles and says bye. I remind him that you still have my ballerina flats on. You’re such a pretty boy. He takes them off you –your feet don’t have ink on them, we should Get that fixed. [ Read More ]

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How Does Fat Burn Off Your Body To Make You Look Cut?I work out and do cardio about 4 times a week. I want To mostly burn my Stomach fat To Get abs and fat on my other parts such as my arms. But when I sweat, my Stomach doesn't sweat, but other parts like my head, arms, etc sweat. Am I still burning my Stomach fat? And How can I look cut and ripped? [ Read More ]

How Is The Best Way To Handle This Work Problem?Okay, so if you're at work and you have really bad gas -- you're not sick with an upset stomach, you just have really bad gas really often, like you fart every few minutes -- and it stinks really bad, what should you do? In this situation you have Your own office. Should you Get up every five minutes To fart in the bathroom or let 'er rip in Your office? What if someone comes in and it smells? [ Read More ]

How To Get Your Stomach Ripped