I believe I can fly.

Sing with me...

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day (Night and day)
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly hoo

Now, since my recent posts have been a little more serious and have touched on some hard hitting issues, you might think I have mentioned this song with an inspirational intent. WRONG. I believe I can fly because I do have wings. Bat wings. 

Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't the most ridiculous place on your body to gain weight the back of your arms??? I mean seriously. When I am fit, and with minimal effort, I have some guns. My biceps beef up pretty easily. It is one of the only places where I like my body. I have been lifting a lot more in T25 and I can tell that my biceps are starting to take shape. But in yoga, oh that dang yoga, when I hold my arms up all I see in the mirror is my "wings". What a useless bunch of skin that is!! I could pass as a loose skinned shar pei if you just looked at my arms... Or my gut... Or my back fat. None of those bother me nearly as much as my arms. 

I am doing tricep exercises and push-ups like crazy to try and get ready for tank top season. Which, with this early spring, is not all that far away. To hell with wearing a bathing suit, I can't swim anyways. But I want to be able to wear a cute and comfy tank top to a BBQ without worrying that someone will lose their lunch. I don't wanna fly. I don't wanna hang glide. I don't wanna soar. I want my feet on the ground and my arms flat at my sides. 

On a side note about yoga. I'm sure that true believers in yoga probably also have an affinity for the concept of karma. I got a healthy dose of it last night. The fart heard 'round the world did not hold a candle to the gentleman that was next to me in yoga last night. He either had no sphincter control or not a care in the world. There was air leaking out of him from both ends like pin poked balloon. So, this will be the last time I mention farting in yoga. I'm trying to heal my karma. 

Happy Tuesday! Drink your water.