Poor thighs- they just wanted to be appreciated!

Thunder thighs is feeding- I could not believe what I was hearing as I rushed to get the phone. My brother was at it again, teasing me relentlessly!

This was the start of my preoccupation with my upper thighs and all that could be done to thin them out- from a blow up suit that you exercised in, to taping the fat from the back so from the front my thighs looked rather svelte.. I didn’t take into consideration what I looked like from the back...

The mail order blow up exercise pants where real fun.. Once those where blown up with a tire pump and you were captured inside of this plastic space suit,. That’s when you were supposed to do 100 leg lifts and butt kicks. Well no one told me that I wouldn't be able to get out of the suit without assistance..


I can remember trying to walk up the stairs with my space suit- each step was like a little mountain.. When I finally reached my destination, the kitchen, I grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed the darn thing. I almost went circling around the room like a deflated balloon, my dog was barking at me like I was an invader from Mars.. .



Then my dear mother who’s idea of real exercise was hitting a crochet ball, decided to get serious, she ordered this belt vibrator machine that just shook the **** out of you. Of course it didn’t remove one inch of fat. When you got off of that machine your brain was like scrambled eggs. A beautiful red rash would develop where the belt had worn off fragments of your skin………. Those are my most treasured memories of my first exercising experience!


Until next time ...