The Measuring Stick

Apparently I have a lot of pent up blogging that needed to be released today. Have I mentioned that all three of my siblings are fitness people? Well, they are. My two younger sisters are Turbokick instructors, both studying to be general fitness instructors. One battles her weight and we can often commiserate, but she works out quite often and had a baby about 11 months ago and the weight is sliding off of her like butter on a warm pan. My other sister is a chiseled size 4. Nuff said. My brother used to be a size Large - pretty normal for midwestern dudes, but he was not pleased, so he started living according to the Men's Health bible and now wears jeans that I think might be smaller than mine. He's going to go to school to be a personal trainer. He's very dedicated, and I admire that. Actually, I admire all of them. But they set that measuring stick at a pretty tall hight. And I thank them and curse them all in the same breath.