Gymboree

So I joined a gym. This is something that I thought I would never do. It’s just not me. But I did, and I like it.

I’ve started to notice a few changes. Mostly I feel the need to eat a lot more. However, my thigh muscles are developing. Rapidly. It’s making my pants tight.
I am now bordering on having speed skater legs – without the rest of the speed skating physique.

These new legs of mine nicely complement the arms I inherited from my mother. Every female in my mother’s family has these arms. It is unbelievable and very funny because they are undeniably ugly arms. You wouldn’t think an arm can be ugly, but it can. Each arm looks like 2 sausage links, pinched at the elbow, and the larger arms look over-stuffed, like the sausage is going to burst out of the casing.

You might suggest lifting weights to get a less sausage-like appearance. Of course. Then, it will look like someone has squeezed the sausage and left lumpy finger dents in it.

Maybe if your arms were skinnier? My sister has the same arms, but they’re really skinny. Her arms look like pvc pipes because her skin is bright white.

Anyway. I don’t actually care about it. But when I thought how much my arms look like sausages, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make fun of it all.