OK, maybe not your thighs, but in general, I have a great deal of envy for those women who have beautiful, slender thighs. David Letterman used to do this bit where he would make fun of President Clinton when he was jogging and and they would sing a song they called "Pasty White Thighs" and show clips of him in these skimpy running shorts (sorry for the image) and photoshop a cheeseburger in his hand or something. Anyway, the tops of my thighs touch each other when I stand and rub together when I walk and it's just awful.
I bring this up because I know I need to do something about them, and have been reminded about the importance of taking care of myself. One of my very dear friends learned recently that her husband may have cancer and an old schoolmate is getting her husband through cancer treatments as well. Both are young, vibrant, in shape guys who have a long fight ahead of them and their prognosis is improved by their physical condition. I'm afraid that if some terrible illness were to find me, I might as well thrown in my fat, sweaty towel since I can be described as neither "vibrant" or "in shape".
I wonder if the Thighmaster really works? But I draw the line at the Buttmaster. Some places I just can't go.
And in case you are wondering, I am cooking in the crock pot again today. Today is beef stroganoff and it smells delicious. So after today, I will have made three of the five non-boxed meals I set out to learn.
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