Remember my fabulous Shlumpadinka post?
I would like to revisit that.
I'm officially a Shlumpadinka and I hate it.
I realized it today when I was getting dressed to head out to teach my Monday night Spin class. I threw on my workout pants, looked down, and realized they were too short.
They're too short NOT because I shrunk them, but because my butt, hips and thighs are carrying around some extra junk. I grabbed a hand held mirror, turned around in front of my bathroom mirror, and examined my too tight workout pants.
I wore them anyway because they were clean. I attempted to remedy the too tight workout pants by tying one of Brian's long sleeved t-shirts around my waist because it's 90 degrees out, and I might need a long sleeved t-shirt at the gym because I might get cold working up a sweat......
As I'm typing this, I'm sporting a pair of Brian's old Celtics pajama pants and a 10 year old J Crew t-shirt.
That's right, I'm making a habit out of wearing my husband's wardrobe.
The sad thing, is that I don't know where to begin. Should I start by painting my nails that have been bitten down to stubs? Should I maybe make a hair appointment to take care of the two inches of roots I have sprouting off the top of my head? Should I head to TJ Maxx to buy size appropriate work out clothes for my popular Spin class so I look the part of Spin Instructor Extraordinaire?
Or maybe I should toss some of the hideous stuff in my closet in order to make room for some new threads.
I think my first step is to get a good night's rest so that I can unload these under eye bags before I commit to unloading my pitiful wardrobe.
Nighty nighty :)