Stefism #9: The dreaded day has finally arrived, cemented with the words no mother ever wants to hear. You're jamming out to your favorite tunes, and your daughter says, "Mom, your arms are really jiggly."
Ugh. I had hoped this day would never come. But alas, it has. I occasionally work out and pump my triceps, but I feel like all I’m accomplishing is successfully creating a layer of muscle under a layer of fat. I’m sure all you work-out-aholics could tell me how to fix this problem, but I’m pretty sure it would involve a)working out regularly and/or b) giving up sweets. So I think I’ll keep my jiggly arms. I’ll just have to work them into my dance moves.