This journey that has been my weight loss has been filled with adventure, twists and turns. Things I never saw coming continue to surprise and occasionally delight me. Today one such event occured. As I was doing a round of sit-ups--as I often do now--I paused in mid-crunch to look at Anna across the room as she was speaking to me. I realized that I was able to see her... from between my thighs. Is that...? Can it...? Could it possibly be true?
Yes! For the first time since in utero, I have a thigh gap. I hadn't thought it was metaphysically possible, yet there is was. In all of its negative spacial glory. I'm now the proud owner of my very own thigh gap. Oh, how the other guys at the gym will be so jealous.
But now as I write this, I realize this is a bit of a responsibility I am not prepared for. What do I do with a thigh gap? How do I take care of it? Do you feed a thigh gap? If so, what? Or does feeding it actually kill it? So many unanswered questions. I've said this before and I'll say it again, "Where is a supermodel when you need one?" If anyone is well qualified to answer my litany of questions they are.
I suppose I better stop blogging and get onto Google to find out more about thigh gap nurturing. It's too late for "What to Expect When You're Gap-ing." I better jump straight to "On Becoming Gap-wise."