Yesterday I had a terrible realization. I thought to myself “I cannot wait to get home to take my pants off”. What prompted this thought was, I am making more of an effort to dress appropriately for our day excursions. While living in Jeff with Robert he used to look at me and say “Seriously Bre, you are wearing THOSE” my automatic response was quick and thoughtless “yes”.
With left over money from last weeks’ paycheck burning hot in my hands, I bought a new outfit. A new pair of jeans, surprisingly a size smaller than expected (def. a plus!) and a new sweater. I was feeling good about myself.
Friday rolls around and I get up and get dressed and squeezed myself into these new pair of jeans that are a little more snug than anticipated, but calculated; given the chicken burritos and two big macs I had snarfed down since purchasing my new outfit. After wearing them all day and feeling alright, we sat down to dinner, and then a movie. I indulged in my sandwich feeling my stomach angrily expanding. Half way through the movie I felt like a busted can of biscuits and thought to myself “If I had justr worn my yoga pants”. TERRIBLE IDEA. After that it’s all I could think about, wanting to get home so I could peel myself out of this blasted jeans and into my cozy bed with stretchy pants.
The reason for this story is simple. I have allowed myself to get lazy.
I have gone from being the “jeans and tshirt girl” in my not so distant youth to the sweat pants and baggy tshirt you make fun of in Walmart.
Is this why men/women stay single longer? Not getting married until late into their 30’s? Hiding behind the cloak of business and powerhouse careers. Sitting across from the person you are married to, or the man you hope to win over wearing everything but your Sunday’s best. Looking completely unappealing. They simply allow themselves to get lazy in their down time. Speaking from experience, it takes so much effort to keep up the well put together business person facade. For women: hair, makeup, perfect fitting suit, shoes, jewelry. For men: The personal grooming that comes along with getting older, belts, socks, watches, sports cars. Between all this when you get home you just want to peel out of your super hero costume and into your regular Joe clothes. But there lies the problem. Your yoga pants and High School themed tshirt aren’t regular Joe clothes. You are wearing your work out clothes to the super market, the movies, out to eat with the guy you like, to the car wash, the laundry mat, the post office.
I am guilty as charged! Are you?
A good friend were having this conversation the other day. She informed me, that after having her daughter she fell into this routine because none of her clothes fit and she was simply too lazy to go shopping for a new wardrobe.I made the comment that if my long lost friends invited me out to drinks I don’t think I would have an outfit to wear. My wardrobe has been replaced with work uniforms and sweat clothes. I guess if you are a personal trainer that this is acceptable. But, as it may be, I am not.
We make excused for ourselves. Not just in our fashion choices, but in every aspect of our lives. ” I am too busy to do that right now…I will do it later ” when in reality, you have plenty of time to complete whatever task you are skipping on-you are too lazy to get up and do it.
Realizing this about myself. I have tried to make more of an effort to not be so lazy around Rob. When we lived together here in Jeffersonville, I became so dependent on him. Constantly asking him to grab be something from the fridge or my phone charger that was just in the next room after he was already comfy in bed. To rub my aching feet, to go out of his was to get me something on the way home. What did I do for him in return. Nothing….that’s what. Living with my parents in this trying time, has made me realize that. I have had to do things for myself. To go back to Independence is a hard pill to swallow, but sobering. It’s caused me to wake up and realize that no one is going to do everything for you….No one is going to burn that fat off of you.. No one is going to pay your bills, no one is going to hang on your every word. I was foolish to expect that of him. I hope he knows how much I really appreciate him and miss him so…
So I leave this with you. Have you become the baggy sweat pants wearing type? Or are you still wearing those jeans, and making the effort?
With left over money from last weeks’ paycheck burning hot in my hands, I bought a new outfit. A new pair of jeans, surprisingly a size smaller than expected (def. a plus!) and a new sweater. I was feeling good about myself.
Friday rolls around and I get up and get dressed and squeezed myself into these new pair of jeans that are a little more snug than anticipated, but calculated; given the chicken burritos and two big macs I had snarfed down since purchasing my new outfit. After wearing them all day and feeling alright, we sat down to dinner, and then a movie. I indulged in my sandwich feeling my stomach angrily expanding. Half way through the movie I felt like a busted can of biscuits and thought to myself “If I had justr worn my yoga pants”. TERRIBLE IDEA. After that it’s all I could think about, wanting to get home so I could peel myself out of this blasted jeans and into my cozy bed with stretchy pants.
The reason for this story is simple. I have allowed myself to get lazy.
I have gone from being the “jeans and tshirt girl” in my not so distant youth to the sweat pants and baggy tshirt you make fun of in Walmart.
Is this why men/women stay single longer? Not getting married until late into their 30’s? Hiding behind the cloak of business and powerhouse careers. Sitting across from the person you are married to, or the man you hope to win over wearing everything but your Sunday’s best. Looking completely unappealing. They simply allow themselves to get lazy in their down time. Speaking from experience, it takes so much effort to keep up the well put together business person facade. For women: hair, makeup, perfect fitting suit, shoes, jewelry. For men: The personal grooming that comes along with getting older, belts, socks, watches, sports cars. Between all this when you get home you just want to peel out of your super hero costume and into your regular Joe clothes. But there lies the problem. Your yoga pants and High School themed tshirt aren’t regular Joe clothes. You are wearing your work out clothes to the super market, the movies, out to eat with the guy you like, to the car wash, the laundry mat, the post office.
I am guilty as charged! Are you?
A good friend were having this conversation the other day. She informed me, that after having her daughter she fell into this routine because none of her clothes fit and she was simply too lazy to go shopping for a new wardrobe.I made the comment that if my long lost friends invited me out to drinks I don’t think I would have an outfit to wear. My wardrobe has been replaced with work uniforms and sweat clothes. I guess if you are a personal trainer that this is acceptable. But, as it may be, I am not.
We make excused for ourselves. Not just in our fashion choices, but in every aspect of our lives. ” I am too busy to do that right now…I will do it later ” when in reality, you have plenty of time to complete whatever task you are skipping on-you are too lazy to get up and do it.
Realizing this about myself. I have tried to make more of an effort to not be so lazy around Rob. When we lived together here in Jeffersonville, I became so dependent on him. Constantly asking him to grab be something from the fridge or my phone charger that was just in the next room after he was already comfy in bed. To rub my aching feet, to go out of his was to get me something on the way home. What did I do for him in return. Nothing….that’s what. Living with my parents in this trying time, has made me realize that. I have had to do things for myself. To go back to Independence is a hard pill to swallow, but sobering. It’s caused me to wake up and realize that no one is going to do everything for you….No one is going to burn that fat off of you.. No one is going to pay your bills, no one is going to hang on your every word. I was foolish to expect that of him. I hope he knows how much I really appreciate him and miss him so…
So I leave this with you. Have you become the baggy sweat pants wearing type? Or are you still wearing those jeans, and making the effort?
