When I was skinny my favorite thing to shop for was swim suits. The very moment they were on the racks, I was at the store looking through the new collections. I spent a LOT of money on swim suits. Granted, I was going on a cruise about once a year or so back in the day, so I’m sure that had a lot to do with it.
The thought of putting on a swim suit makes me involuntarily gag. My dimply thighs being out in public pretty much nauseates me. I know that this is an internal issue that I need to somehow come to grips with, but I simply cannot stand the sight of me in a swim suit.
You would think that I’d save money, right?
Oh my god, ya’ll! I love my running pants. If I didn’t think I’d be mocked all day long, that’s all I’d wear. To be clear, when I say “running pants” I really mean “running clothes.” I would NEVER wander around in just pants! I’m afraid I’m going to never be able to quit my running because I’d have to give up running pants/clothes.
Last week it was a little chilly so I wore a pair of my running pants to volleyball. They were a pretty wild, loud pair and one of the girls on my team gave me so much crap for making her dizzy every time I moved. That was a lot of fun during volleyball, but not something I’d want to be mocked about on a daily basis.
My running peeps get it. When I wear crazy “dizzy-making” pants to a running event, I don’t get people telling me to hold still so they don’t puke from the motion. All I hear is “Awesome pants!”
So, yeah. I have a new obsession. No more swim suits for this girl. Give me all the running clothes.
I had my new pants on yesterday and Mark goes, “Nice pants.” I rolled my eyes at him and he goes, “No, really! I like them. A LOT.” And then he winked. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the pants. *shrug*
So yeh…I’m going to try and reign it in a little and not go bankrupt, but by god, I love my running gear!