I'm afraid it's been awhile since I have mentioned how much I loathe the gym. Just in case y'all were worried that I'm turning into some kind of gym rat... no worries. *blah* I do find myself, however, once again flabbergasted by this new muscle definition.
A small story to highlight generational differences: I have, of course, been quite immodestly showing off my new "almost buffness". It is especially noticeable in my legs. I corral people and say "look look, I gots muskels". Everyone has been suitably impressed. So, the last time I see my mom I pull the calf out to show her my progress. Her response... "ooh - that's ugly - maybe you should stop going to that gym". In my mother's generation ladies were round and soft. For God's sake Marilyn Monroe was size 14. It's not that muscle definition was considered ugly so much but rather it wouldn't occur to a young lady to want it. While I think it's possible to go too far (really... you want to look..."stringy"?) I'm glad standards have changed. I'm proud of what I'm achieving even if ... and I'm serious here... I hate what it takes to get there :)
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