Check that out

So my personal trainer does this thing where, whenever he's near a mirror, he checks out his arms. Except he probably thinks of them as "guns." That's OK, I also think of them as guns, although I don't spend nearly as much time checking them out as he does.

It's caused me to react the opposite: I don't look in the mirror at the gym if I can at all avoid it. Why would I look? It's me, that's me, there. I know it's me; I'm in me. I look like I look.

I don't think he quite understands me. But then, I don't know any of the bands he likes, so we're even.