I Yam What I Yam?
We had just climbed into bed the other night when Jan grabbed my left arm and surprisingly said, "wow, you don't have much there, you're like some skinny alien"! 

Did you just hear my ego deflate?
"My hand fits right around your bicep, I couldn't do that before" she continued,
" you need to go downstairs and start hitting the weights mister!" "But I have been lifting, at least once in awhile" I said. "Well, obviously not enough, what, are you using the girly 3lb weights?" Yeah, she called me girly. 

"I've been losing weight for WDW marathon, I guess it's leaving from all over my body, I can't help it", I whined. "I just made it to my high school weight!" "Oh, that's great, she said, I bet you impressed lots of girls with those wimpy, dangling arms then too?" "Well, when this marathon is done you better bulk up a bit buddy, I'm going to feed you spinach and steak every night. Of course I bet if you qualify for Boston you'll keep these skinny arms?"
I don't know, it's a conundrum, big (well, big is relative), biceps, happy wife, or fast, skinny me, and mocking wife? Well, maybe not such a conundrum after all.
less body fat makes your hair look fuller
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