I wish the people around me could see how sore I am after a good workout. Then they would know to not do the following
1. touch me
2. be douchebags
3. ask me to help them lift things (or do anything)
It’s happened. I removed my roof rack from my car. No more kayaking this year. I had great and grand plans to go just one more time this year, but it’s getting increasingly cold at night and that is bringing the water temperature down pretty quick. With a heavy heart, I removed my PFD, paddle, cradles and other Yakima trinkets from my car. Then I popped off the crossbars. I left them all in my hallway, half put away in a too-small rubbermaid container. My kayak is still in my bedroom on the floor, but I might try to put it in my storage unit. I’m not sure if it will fit. Goodbye summer, hello savings on gas expenses.
I recently became acutely aware of something I’d been doing to myself for quite some time. I had been refusing to allow myself to purchase new clothes. Now, I know this may seem like I just was saving money. Which was, in part, the situation. However, I recently tried on a bunch of clothes at the Torrid outlet in the Tanger Outlets in Wisconsin Dells, and bought a few. I later regretted not purchasing a top I tried on, so I went to find it online, and when I did, I found a sale of buy one get one free on all clearance items. Let’s be real, I’m a whore for a sale. So I purchased six, carefully selected items to add to the three new ones I purchased while at Tanger. When the box arrived at work (I have to ship everything to work because people in my apartment building find it fun to steal packages that belong to others), I was losing my mind with excitement. Trying things on, adoring myself in the mirror, basically ecstatic. I was on such a high from buying these clothes, that I took a minute to step back and figure out exactly why was I losing my mind over this. I went home later and found that everything in my closet was over a year old. Nothing new had been purchased in over a year. NOTHING. What the hell? I went to school for fashion, I work in apparel. Why was I doing this to myself? I mulled it over and realized I was waiting for myself to be thinner. Yes, it’s great to have the goal to lose weight and fit into new sizes, but it’s important to take care of yourself along the way. Let yourself be happy to get dressed in the morning. Let yourself get excited over new things. It’s all a part of the process, and you’ve just got to enjoy the process and everything that comes with it. One thing I’m really loving, is that I am finding pieces that are what I’ve been searching for for my wardrobe for so long, but never succeeded in finding (because I needed size eight hundred and two).
I went through my closet and filled a bag with clothes I haven’t worn in god knows how long. Why were they there? I didn’t even like them anymore. It felt fantastic. Out with the old, in with the new.