Okay, you always hear that a person's right foot could be a little bigger then their left foot. Same with the hands and boobs for that matter. But hey- who cares, as long as clothes and shoes fit and this is a normally accepted thing in life then I am okay with it.
Something has gone wrong when I start having to rationalize why one of my ginormous thunderthighs was not big enough, it must be bigger than it's sibling right next door. What's up with this? Is this some sort of weird competitive thing that my body is having with itself? Is my right thigh the bitchy, type A driven to succeed thigh and the left thigh is the whiny, okay to follow you, but insist on being led softy thigh. Left thigh lacks motivation! Come on leftie- we're only as strong as our weakest . . . thigh! You're holding us back.
This all erupted when *gasp* I noticed that for an entire workout, I constantly had to tug and pull my shorts down one side of my leg. Things went horribly awry with my inner thighs and apparently the right leg was all about exposing the nasty inner fat thigh. The right thigh is like Jillian- humiliate them and they will work harder. I just frantically kept trying to cover the heinous site up quickly.
Note to self: Buy new shorts.
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