good news

I’ve been keeping up the exercise thing with the group from work.  Typically, we do weights training in the gym on Mondays, and we go for a long jog/run to Jacob’s Ladder in King’s Park and back, on Wednesdays.  I’ve gone pretty regularly, and it’s slowly becoming less overwhelming and less exhausting, and more, well, uplifting, I guess.

Anyhow, as per usual, we were in the gym today, and was having a drink of water, when I absent-mindedly looked at my upper arms.  While I’m not overjoyed with having gained weight, it’s specific manifestations of it that do worry me.  So, for example, I could live with my fat thighs, if it wasn’t for the cellulite. 

So yes, I was looking at my upper arms, not really thinking about them, when I actually focused on them.  I lifted one arm and played with my bingo wings, which I affectionately refer to as my ‘granny flaps’.  You know, the ugly bit that drops off your arms and wobbles unappealingly? Yeah, that bit.  I spent a bit of time on both arms, but when I was finished, I was amazed, but convinced.  I’d lost my bingo wings.

Incredible, but true.  My arms are still fat, but they’re not going flobble-lobble-obble any more.  They’re not muscly, but they’re not flolloping all over the place like they were.  I guess you could describe them as fat but toned.  Not an overly attractive mental image, but a definite improvement on what they were previously, trust me.

So yes, this was great, but completely unexpected, news.  It definitely improved my Monday, I can tell you.