Today while I was working out with Jeff the trainer, the other girls and I were talking about calf sizes and I mentioned that mine were 17 inches. Jeff, as caring and sensitive as ever pointed out that 17 inches is the size of a big man’s neck. So with my confidence soaring I continued to do the leg press on a trying level for me, but killer for the other ladies, all the while cursing my 17 inch calves.
You see I’ve been working my ass off, quite literally to fit smaller jeans. And sure enough, I’ve been successful, I’ve lost oodles of inches from my waist, hips, chest and arms, but not my calves. So at this point I think I’m going to own my calves, because despite their enormity, they’re solid. I’ll wear them with pride. And it helps to know that there are rain boots out there that I can fit into. (yay for Target!)