The Truth About Exercise
Like half the country this time of year, I have recommitted myself to exercising.
Hold the applause.
While dropping a few pounds, having a positive way to deal with stress, and an overall healthier lifestyle are great benefits of exercise, the truth is, I just don’t want to have to buy new clothes.
I dropped a few pounds a couple of years ago and bought myself lots of jeans that weren’t from the “Mom” category. They look great with my standard white button downs, white pullovers, white T’s, and of course my boots: the black ones, the brown ones, the tan ones, and especially the badass pink stiletto ones that are sitting boots, not walking boots.
Now that I work from home, I’m not “moving” as much as I need to. Let’s face it. My butt is planted in one chair or another for long periods. Depending on my schedule, I may not actually leave my house for two or three days at a time. Which is perfectly fine with me. Not so fine with my mid-section.
So, I’m back on the exercise wagon so that things don’t get out of hand or expand beyond my current Lucky jean size.
Yes, it’s a vain reason to exercise.
Whatever gets you moving. Literally.
Totally opposite with me. I am looking forward to the shooping as well as wearing clothes I purchased because I just knew I was going to drop a few sizes. I also know it will be a big help to my knees when I got to where my hooker shoes as my friends love to call them. I am 5’2″(i think I put those quotes in the right order) and love 4plus inches for my shoes and boots. The only thing I have without a heel are my tims(timberlands), sneakers and flipflops.
Go Diva D and yep get back to exercising…cuss ain’t nothing like trying to lose weight…it sucks.
The older I get, the less I want to try on clothes. I’m becoming more like men “this looks like it will fit”- LOL
It’s too bad you don’t burn many calories typing on a keyboard – I’d be Twiggy if you did!
I notice every winter that if I start wearing my favorite sweats and hoodie – pretty soon the jeans don’t fit. I should probably outlaw sweat pants from my wardrobe because no matter how much ice cream I eat, they still fit. Not so with the jeans.
Ironic, as I sit here typing this in my pink fuzzy bathrobe, which allows for even MORE ice cream…
Since ice cream, sweat pants in winter and my pink fuzzy bathrobe aren’t going anywhere, I guess I’m forced to join you, Diva, and get my large parts moving.
Damn.
Suzanne,
Pink, fuzzy robes are the best! I have my own version and it’s truly one of my favorite things! Yay! Seriously. LOL
I’ll keep encouraging you. We can be in it together.
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