Legs like steel bands, Abs like steel bands as well ... sheltered under a large dose of pudge. But still solid. SOlid enough that people hurt themselves when they punch me in the guts. (- the two things jackasses always seem to hit me ... the gut or the jaw. Both fairly ineffectual on someone like me. -)

The only way I could cut my salt down would be to knock out the soda I drink. Which I don't do much of to begin with.