It's like going to the gym pays off. No, that can't be right.
So I tried it again, with my right arm and you'll never guess what I felt.
Soft, flabby, fatty arm.
Wait, that didn't seem right.
Oh, maybe I should have flexed my right arm. Flexed it... and... muscle!
I have muscles! I'm already in the healthy range for my weight, so losing weight has never been my goal at the gym; I just want to get healthy, get fit, and maybe get a little toned as a nice side-result.
And, y'know, I look at my arms in the big wall mirror at the gym as I'm lifting weights, and I can definitely see my tiny little muscles straining out of my skinny little arms. I'm not anyone's strongwoman, but hey, I'm better than I used to be.
And even better, after starting to do crunches recently (I upped the weights this whole week, and from Tuesday on, my stomach has hurt every time I cough or laugh), Dan now reckons I have abs. Or at least, the beginning of ab definition.
It's nice when you've been going to the gym for a few months, to see some results. It makes me wish I'd started to do crunches earlier!
But lately, I'd started to get pretty slack with going to the gym... this just energises me all over again.
Muscles! Abs! Definition! It's such a good feeling.