I saw my thighs today.
Something bad happened over the winter. They didn’t look like this last September. I guess when I officially turned 60 my thighs turned to cottage cheese and rippled up like potato chips.
No, I don’t want to think about potato chips.
I thought 2+ years of biking on a machine EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY would give me Thighs of Steel. Thighs of Granite. Thighs Like An Olympic Speed Skater.
This was not true. In fact, it’s a mean, dirty lie.
I saw my thighs today, in the evil mirror of a dressing room while trying on a pair of jeans. I was stunned. These were not my legs. I certainly didn’t expect to see the thighs that sported a cute pair of brown velvet “hot pants” in 1970, but these weren’t even the thighs of last summer.
I saw my thighs today, in this 1978 photo. The upside is I’m not changing diapers, baking bread or pitting cherries anymore. But I might look for a pair of vintage Dr. Scholl leg-shaping sandals on ebay. I could wear them on the exercise bike and pretend all this exercise is working.
is there any more pie? 
Not to worry, you were in one of the many dressing rooms with defected mirrors. More and more of those mirrors are popping up in dressing rooms all over the country. It’s shameful the manufacturer doesn’t correct that fault.
In fact, I have one at home that actually makes my belly look fat. Can you believe it?
Sharon is right, JCP and CWC are known for having bad mirrors, and I’m sure there are others in town–
Heck yes! It happened to me in JCP last Feb. when I was trying on shorts for the cruise. Don’t go there!