Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Bitch Tits

Lately I have been obsessing over whether or not I have bitch tits. I really do NOT want to have bitch tits - I want to have the pecs of Adonis - but what I don't want is for anyone to confirm that my tits are sorta bitchy because I will seriously go have them cut off, like, this afternoon. Instead, I have discovered the assisted dip bar at the gym and have made it MY bitch. I hope this repetitive exercise gets me a little farther away from saggy saggy.

Pilates is interesting. Because the work focuses on stabilizing the shoulder girdle and the lumbo-pelvic region of the torso, the pecs and the upper traps aren't really focused on because tightness in those muscles can lead to instability and loss of flexibility. I have to be careful with what I do in the gym because I don't want it to compromise what I'm doing in the pilates studio.

And can I also just say that so many of the people working out at the gym - guys mostly - are killing their bodies with poor form and horrid repetitive work? From my eyewitness news position on my arc trainer I witness a whole cadre of jerking movement to the lumbar region. Hello L5 injury!

2 comments:

Daniel said...

love this one!
when is your next trip to nolo?

Such said...

Dear Suzy,

You don't Have bitch tits, you ARE a bitch tit.

Luvyameanit,

Bob