This posting is nothing more than rambling gibberish. Heads up.
I always thought I had fat forearms. Really. In every picture, at every angle in every mirror....there is a line that runs down my forearm that looks like the distinction between muscle and fat. Always. I don't believe I've ever had dainty, feminine forearms. But really. I just figured I was destined to have mannish, fat forearms for life.
So a few days ago I was working at the spa, having a conversation with another therapist. She's a pretty and petite therapist that would love to gain a couple pounds. Our conversations often center on the injustices of metabolism and its cruel irony. Her arms were folded in front of her and as she looked in the mirror, she pointed out her bulky forearms. That's when it hit me. My mannish guns aren't fat. I'm freakin POPEYE. Massage therapy has bulked these bad boys up and no kind of cardio is ever going to slim them down. So long as I have a career in massage, my fat-looking-but-actually-muscle forearms are here to stay!