I've been doing ok with exercising lately. But the pint of fro-yo I downed in one sitting this weekend probably has settled nicely somewhere on the back of my thighs... canceling out any miserable wall sits or squats I've done lately.
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While there is serious doubt that my 5'2'' frame will ever be supported by anything but the shapeless stubs I am currently walking around on, I would honestly consider trading both of my legs for just one of Carrie's. Mad props to her. And her trainer. And her nutritionist. And, presumably, her live-in chef.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably admit that if I were that rich and famous I think I'd forgo the trainer/dietitian/chef and opt for some good old fashioned lipo. But in the meantime, I'm totally hitting the treadmill after work and Googling her leg workout ASAP!