Wednesday, January 4, 2012
David B has been blowing my phone UP! He keeps calling...asking me out...and I say "NO DAVID BECKHAM. NO! I LOVE HEATHER". He just won't get the picture though.
But I am not kidding when I said I stared at this picture for at least 60 seconds, elbow on desk, head in palm, mouth slightly opened. He's pretty.
What's funny though, is if I just look at the midsection-above the package, or at the quads, below the package-I could mistake him for my girlfriend.
It's true. I live with a ridiculous peace of muscle. And during the winter, one may not be able to see what I am dealing with on a daily basis, but it's motivating. Not like I think for a moment that any amount of working out would make me resemble her body, but she has spent many years working on her muscles and their placement. For example, she has one of those butts. You know. Pokes out but sets high.
And this may have just turned into a Heather compliment fest, but I really had a point until I got distracted with Davie up there...
and of course the point is ME-focused. I have been working on my lower half with squats, lunges, and the such...as I have discussed before. And I am pretty sure that my quads AND my ass are getting bigger (not due to the few pounds I am up). And both of these things are good...but they are almost counterproductive to one of my lifelong wishes (since puberty anyways) that pants shopping was easy. Because my hips...well ladies and gentlemen, seem to be stuck in weight loss purgatory. Meaning...fat doesnt seem to ever leave them. And so now I am adding muscle bulk, not really trading that fat bulk...and holy Pepe jeans people...the fit of my slacks is getting weirder.
Sigh. A trade off I suppose.
Anyways, those are my thoughts. And one last thought about Heather. The girl was off work for practically 2 weeks, barely worked out, and ate and drank like the end of the world was right around the corner. She LOST weight. Mmmmhmmm...saw 121 on the scale. I almost stabbed her with my SonicCare the morning she skipped off the scale. But I would miss her too much.
Or at least her ass.
Posted by Amy W. at Wednesday, January 04, 2012