Because I’ve been working out rigorously, averaging about 5x a week (hey, for this cellulitic girl, this is outstanding), I thought it was time I get my own musical device. I’d been using Eric’s nifty iPod for almost 3 weeks now and the times we work out together, he’s stuck listening to whatever the gym is playing. And I know he loves his music (what person listens to Metallica during their workouts though?!) so….. we bought me a Nano. Ok, so I knew the Nano was smaller… but golly, I didn’t expect it to look as small as…as…a pencil. Gash. Ok, ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration but in relation to my body? Pretty close! When I opened the box, I just stared at it for the longest time. In fact, I was reminded of this one article I read in a magazine (one that had to do with clothes, I think) that said you must match your bag to the size of your body. Wait, I said that wrong. Basically, if you’re fat, don’t be wearing some tiny bag that fits directly under your arm-pit (take, for instance, my white/brown Coach bag that is now sitting in my closet as I’ve gained too much weight for it to look decent on me… though it still does fit under my armpit… but further accentuates how huge my stomach area and ass is in its entirety). So that’s how I felt when I opened the Nano. Like it wouldn’t look right on me once it was strapped onto my massive arms. A pencil on my arm. Imagine that!
Whoever said size doesn’t matter is oh so wrong!