Gettin' Jiggly Wit It

The summer that I was 20, I worked as a counselor at a daycamp run by a non-profit. I'll never forget sitting on a bench outside one day as the kids were on the playground. This adorable little boy curled up next to me and smiled a huge grin. I had my arm around the back of the bench and he snuggled into me and then reached up and touched my upper arm.

"Miss Brandi?" he said.
"Yes?"
"Your arms jiggle just like my grandma's!"

I spent a good chunk of my 20's working with kiddos (I later went on to be a site director for an after school program/ summer camp within that same NPO). It's amazing how good children can make you feel and, equally, how quickly they can humble you. I know that in the years I worked with the program, I recieved countless "you're so beautiful's" from children. But I also distinctly remember a five-year-old named Triton following me up the slide one time and saying, "Jeez, Miss Brandi! You sure do have a big ole butt!" And then there was Esmerelda, a kindergartener who poked me in the gut and said, "Do you have babies in there?" I still have a bone to pick with her over that one . . . I did *not* have a big gut at that point in time!

But, I digress.

I was only 20 when that too-cute-for-words kid compared my arms to his Granny's. And, I can assure you, the wingspan then does not even compare to the wingspan I have now. Which means . . . it's time to move on to Phase II. Toning. Buffing up. Jiggly with it no more.

Hubs is supposed to be bringing a BowFlex with him when he comes home tomorrow. I'm excited, but not looking forward to the sore muscles. It's been four years since I did any kind of strength training. Four years! I can remember how that damn Roman Chair made my abs scream a few years ago and, to be perfectly honest, I'm not looking forward to how my arms and legs are going to feel within the next few days.

I can do it . . . I can do it . . . I can do it . . .

BIGGEST LOSER talk -- I absolutely loathe Heba, Vicki, and Brady. Leeeee-oathe them. And, honestly, Amy disappointed me last night when she jumped in on the whole "gang up on Phil" strategy. I'm not looking forward to seeing the Blue team with their smug ass faces when they realize Phil is gone.

Phil and Amy, however, ARE THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER! I love them! I can admit to being a little misty-eyed with how the show ended last night. And Phil - WOW! 106 lbs and he looks great! Go, Phil! Show Brady who's boss! ;)