I’ve spent the better part of my adult life snagging little gems here & there to make a closet I could literally live in. But lately, I haven’t been mixing it up enough as I’d like to – I’ve been in the same pieces or grabbing sale finds that catch my eye but I haven’t been shopping my own closet. The lie? I’m super rich & can afford all the new threads my heart desires. The truth? I’m so out of shape that I no longer fit into half the pieces in my closet. I expected this day would come but I didn’t realize how hard it would be to snap back to my gym rat days…
The freshman fifteen. It happens to the best of us. Except me. Or so I thought.
My friends put on the pounds & I kept pounding beer towers & stuffed breadsticks for breakfast, lunch, & dinner & was as fit as a fiddle. Ok, maybe not fit but there was never weight gain. I was living the dream. Living the d-r-e-a-m. Until I graduated, got a grown-up job, & sat at a desk for 8 hours a day. So THIS is what being out of shape feels like. Until senior year I swam nearly every day. From about 7 years old until I was 20 I was a swimmer. That kind of workout paired with my metabolism & general good luck in that department kept me thin because let. me. tell. you. it was certainly not my eating habits. I survived the freshman fifteen.
But I’m now combating the post-grad 20.
I hate working out. Hate it. There’s nothing fun about it, I don’t crave it, I don’t even like running on the treadmill whilst I watch Jeopardy. That’s valuable puppy snuggle & Pretzel Crisps time. That’s time you can’t get back. There was nothing, not even the allure of 6 pack abs that could get me moving. That was until I spotted Zumba® wear. Every piece is insane – in the most fabulous way possible. If it’s not bright, it’s patterned. If it’s not patterned, it’s cropped. If it’s not cropped it’s neon. You get the point. So when Zumba asked if I’d be interested in test driving some of their swag I was 100% on board – who doesn’t need fun workout clothes for inspiration!? I’ll absolutely get off my ass & get into these pants for 90 minutes of fat burning fun. I’ll probably even take Wendell on a run the following morning across the Key Bridge in them just so I can watch people stare. Is that a hot pink cheetah? Those are so rare in this area.
My new Zumba threads sat in the box for less than 10 hours before they made their debut at a Nike fitness class in Georgetown. They’ve been spotted running along Arlington National Cemetary, down by the monuments, & they’ve been spotted quite frequently around my apartment P90X-ing. Yes, it’s a verb. Honestly, I don’t know if it’s the new workout gear or the fact that I finally hit the I’m tired of being hella outta shape wall but wherever I can get additional inspiration I’ll take it. I’m also smack dab in the middle of South Block’s 3-day cleanse which is why, if we’ve spoken in the last few hours, I’m so damn hangry.
Thank you guys for your well wishes & tips over the past week. Sweet reader e-kisses, bright threads, + cleansed insides are my motivation this week! What’s yours?