I'm not the kind of person who lifts things...

The title of this post is something I actually said to my husband while we were dating.  He found it to be endearing.  I found it to be truthful.

I was never the kid who could climb the rope in gym.  I couldn't do the "correct" number of push-ups for my weight.  I failed the Presidential Fitness Test every year in school because of my wimpy arms.  I've never done a pull-up.  EVER. 

So, it should come to no surprise to anyone that I cringe when I think of doing things to strengthen my upper body.  I'm fine knowing my 'body size to arm strength' ratio would rival that of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.  I've been comfortable that way.

(just in case you haven't seen me in awhile and wanted to remember what I look like...)


But I cannot accept the bulge of flab that has migrated its way to my triceps.  I actually have upper-arm cellulite.  There should be a commandment against God giving that to people - it's just cruel.  "Commandment #11 - Thou Shalt not have both cottage cheese thighs AND couscous-like upper arms."

.....oooohhhhh.....mixing cottage cheese and couscous...that sounds delicious!  I shall call it:  Cottage cous.