You can see where my ribs connect to my sternum in-between my boobs. I freaked out when I noticed this and pulled out my anatomy references to see if there was, like, some part of my pec I was supposed to be developing there to cover that shiz up. But no. It's all fascia there with fat over it and when the fat is gone: chicken bones between your breasts! Woohoo! Apparently the pro-ana girls call the ability to see your entire sternum and the ribs connected there to your "xylophone" and covet it as greatly as they covet the fabled thigh gap, but it really is not attractive. I think the only way to be very lean and not have that is to have gigantic fake tatas that are positioned really unnaturally close together. And that has, y'know, it's own aesthetic problems. Chicken bone chest it is! At least until I gain some fat back.
Meanwhile the only place left on my body that does still have a significant amount of fat on it is the back/side of my thighs. Bulgy Polish Catcher's Thighs for the muthafuckin win! Those saddlebags will see me through a war, a famine, or possibly the zombie apocalypse. But they are getting smaller. Last night after I finished working out it was 9:30 and I was blissfully alone in the women's locker room, all the cardio bunnies and pool ladies having sensibly already gone home. As is my wont, I thus took the opportunity to wander around in my undies, closely examining my fat, muscles, and veins in the mirrors. Like a douche. I was interested to note that my thigh fat was bright red (in contrast to the locker room pallor of the rest of me***) and when I touched it, it was ice cold. This pinged something in my brain. I thought I remembered reading something ages ago about how if your fat is cold after exercising, that means it's being metabolized. I was all excited to go on my weightlifting message boards this morning and ask my smart friends about it.
Well. One of my smart friends who vaguely remembered that cold fat meant *something* went and did the web search for me. And I am saddened to report that what it means is the exact opposite. Cold fat in a woman's hips and thighs means it's stubborn fat, fat that's very difficult to get rid of, and part of the reason it's difficult to get rid of is that there's very little blood supply to it, so it's difficult to mobilize those fat cells outta there and into the bloodstream. The little blood supply is why it's cold. Duh. The answer to this is apparently fasted cardio. Or not. This battle of the metabolic nutritionists makes little difference to me as fasted cardio ain't ever gonna happen. I already get up at 4:30 am on work days and I sure as hell don't care enough about getting rid of my saddlebags to get up any earlier. Besides, the zombie apocalypse is probably closer than you think.
Meanwhile, while I was getting my friends to use google for me, another friend's journal contained this Klokov video:
If you don't know who Dmitry Klokov is, what's wrong with you? Um, I mean, if you don't know who Dmitry Klokov is, he's a Russian weightlifter and one of the strongest, most flexible, and coolest humans on the planet. He's also not *too* hard to look at. The things I could do to those thighs...
I complained to my friend that FINE, now I was obviously going to waste my whole day off youtubing more Klokov video. To which she replied, that's not a waste. Another friend popped in to say that she follows his instagram and that's a sweet sweet rabbit hole you probably want to fall down...
So, in recompense for your having to read about the weird shit my body's doing, here's some more Klokov for you. Enjoy!
It's amazing. Who foresaw that skinny kid would become KLOKOV? Obviously someone did.
xoxo
***Still no tan. Working on it.
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