I have been pretty lazy -- physically exercise speaking -- since moving to SoCal.
I've gone for some runs, some walks. But...meh. Not a whole bunch of working out.
Yet curiously -- oh so curiously -- I often find myself stopping to glance in the mirror at the surprisingly fit nature of my arms these days.
I've really got nothin' to explain this. I mean, I certainly can't say the same for my stummy.* Perhaps I'm doing push ups in my sleep?
If you know me semi- to quite well, you know that I have quite strong arms for a woman of my stature. It's true. But they just look so good these days, as good or maybe even better than they do when I'm bothering with some upkeep.
Meanwhile, I need to sign up for a race soon to get myself a-movin', but I'll be enjoying these toned upper limbs, you can count on that.
P.S. I get to see my baby kitty boy in less than a month. Yaaaaaaaaaaay.
*Not a typo. I call it my "stummy." Is that weird? Creative? Adorable? Not as original as I think?