1/16/12

Disturbing Development

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I was shaking water off of lettuce yesterday when the skin on the bottom of my arm began to flap.  I know it was flapping because it made a flapping sound!

Am committing self to regular regimen of lifting weights.  Am worried.  I have past, if fleeting, experience with such regimens.
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13 comments:

Desiree said...

I can not tell you the amount of time I have invested in similar, if not precisely the same, concerns. Where would we women all be, if we swore off these Sisyphean obsessions, and focused our energies on something else--like our artistic or political or earth-changing ambitions?

Sheesh. Sorry, gotta run and work out.

Joanne said...

Oy. I guess you have two options ... Exercise, or maybe you can channel a goddess to help you with that?

Petrea Burchard said...

I have made the commitment to long sleeves.

Star said...

Yup, always some kind of covering sleeve. How about water gym? It's even fun!

Ysabelle said...
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Ysabelle said...

this is great idea, I'm sure this is a great project for you guys, In candaba, Philippines we have a place called candaba swamp, you can see a lots of different birds and that's why many tourist they enjoyed the place. :D

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Olga said...

I don't know whether to offer my sympathies or say, "Welcome to the CLUB!"

altadenahiker said...

There's something wonderfully surreal about Ysabelle's comment.

Daisy said...

LOL! I know the feeling ... that first realization of "Jello flaps". Agonize or get on with life - flaps and all.

Warning! I found that after a decade or so, the flaps moved up to my chin! :-)

Daisy's Barbara. Daisy is still unflapable.

Lindsay N. Currie said...

Oh, I've been in that same disheartened state before. Once I was totally winded at the top of a flight of stairs. Troubling. Good luck with the flapping.

Deb @ Paper Turtle said...

It happens to the best of us, dear friend. At least you don't have Carrie to rub your arms and tell you how soft they are! I could send her over there...

Susan Campisi said...

To paraphrase Woody Allen (before he made me cringe), we're just trying to stave off the inevitable decay of our bodies.

Why bother? But if you must, want to borrow a pit bull or two?

TheChieftess said...

Skip the weight lifting and sign up for pilates!!! (There's a great studio in Eagle Rock!)