I went to my husbands gym with him to work on getting my legs and knees strong enough to teach and perform bellydance again next month. I went to do the quad machine (don’t know the real name of it) which is right in front of the big mirror. When I stepped off the machine I got a glimpse of the rarely seen in the dead of winter backs of my thighs. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Whoa! Whose are THOSE!?
The conversation could have gone like this:
OMG I HATE YOU! Big ole’ fatty thick cottage cheesy lumps of mush! Where the hell did you two hamhocks come from? [Read more...]
