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January 11, 2006
The unbearable lateness of being
Late for the gym!
So I was sorting through my closet this morning (yes, I’m on serious deadline, of course I’m cleaning out closets), and I realized I have three different wardrobes. Or, put another way, one wardrobe, divided into three different sizes.
This is SO not good.
It’s a relatively recent development for me, since I was always, from the time I hit age 18 or so, pretty much the same size. Let me add that I’m nearly six feet tall, before you hate me, plus I liked to exercise, so it wasn’t too hard to stay slender. I ran, went to the gym, took fencing lessons for a while, hiked, biked, etc. etc. etc.
Now? I sit. And sit. And sit.
Also not good. So I have what I think of as my “real” clothes, which are the clothes I wore pre-pregnancy and am convinced every year I’m going to fit back into any minute. (These are now more than 9 years old, so let’s not even discuss trendiness.) They’re in a couple of plastic bins in the back of my closet.
Then there are the second set, which I got back into after each baby, by getting back into my exercise routine. Thirty minutes on the torture device used by the Spanish Inquisition aka the Stairmaster. Running. Various dalliances with personal trainers and free weights.
Then there are the clothes I had to buy after two years of sitting on my ever-expanding butt being a full-time writer. Cause? The forementioned sitting. Because, somehow, in the press of deadlines and stress and kids and moving, I kept putting taking care of myself at the bottom of the list.
So (oooh, actual theme tie-in here), this is a verrrrry looooong way to say that I’m late for putting my health first. And with the health history in my family, I need to get cracking.
But although I’m firmly opposed to New Year’s resolutions (at least for myself) as setting me up for a big F as in Failure, I am definitely in favor of new starts and getting healthy. So the enormondo gift certificate for an ENTIRE DAY at the spa, lunch and all, that Navy Guy so wonderfully gave me for Christmas? It’s hanging over my mirror as incentive. Incentive to take time for me to prepare and eat healthy food, incentive for me to get my now-shrinking butt to the gym.
And those ten-year-old-clothes? They’re going to GoodWill. Shoulder pads may come back, it’s true, but I just hope I don’t live to see it.
Hugs,
Alesia (Oops! I have to go! I’m late for the gym!)
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Posted by Alesia at 10:10 AM | Comments (17)
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Shoulder pads may come back, it’s true, but I just hope I don’t live to see it.
LOL, Alesia. That line is just another reason to love you! And no - I don't have a three size wardrobe. I gave up on this ass fitting into those clothes a long time ago. But I totally know what you mean about the sitting all day thing. I need to find my way out of that, fast! I'm with you, baby!
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at January 11, 2006 10:41 AM
LOL.
I hear you on the gym. I'm still procrastinating that.
Posted by: May at January 11, 2006 11:31 AM
Ha! I have a suit I wore for a job interview in 1991. I think the waist would probably button around one of my thighs now. But it was a great suit and I can't quite seem to get rid of it. I mean, one of my thighs might need to interview for a job some time, right?
Posted by: Eileen at January 11, 2006 12:10 PM
Lani and May, that can be our new motto: MAMM. (My ass must move)
Elaine, if you wait another few years, it will be 20 years old and probably back in style . . .
alesia
Posted by: Alesia Holliday at January 11, 2006 12:23 PM
Gym? Whassa gym?
I have everything in my closet from a size 10 (which I wore in college and thought I was fat) to a size 22 (always too big, but they were $2.99! Ya gotta buy 'em if they were $2.99!! And they are sooo comfy...when I roll up the waist a bit.) In other words, I can relate.
Posted by: Cate at January 11, 2006 1:36 PM
Cate, isn't that crazy about how we think when we're in college? My ex, the sorry asshat, from my law school days told me I was fat when I was a size 6. (At six feet tall). The worst part??? I BELIEVED him. If only our intelligent selves could whisper a few things to our young and foolish selves through a time-tunnel.
Alesia
Posted by: Alesia Holliday at January 11, 2006 2:08 PM
A size 6? Could you even find clothes that were long enough and narrow enough at the same time?
Posted by: Eileen at January 11, 2006 5:50 PM
>>A size 6? Could you even find clothes that were long enough and narrow enough at the same time?<<
Heh. I wore a lot of very short skirts. Which is not a problem when you're a size six. Okay, now I'm depressed and need to eat some nacho chips . . . er, I mean, hit the treadmill . . .
Posted by: Alesia Holliday at January 11, 2006 6:03 PM
And one more thing (can you tell I'm procrastingating?), congratulations on making your health a priority. To paraphrase a wise woman I know, there is no better gift you can give your family than a healthy happy wife/mother/sister/daughter. Now, I WILL go write another page and I WILL go running before driving carpool tonight. See how inspiring you are?
Posted by: Eileen at January 11, 2006 6:46 PM
Um yes. I have 3 wardrobes. At least. Including the shoulder pad version. *g*
Posted by: Amy at January 12, 2006 12:04 AM
I can relate, I have several different sizes of clothes in the closet!
Posted by: TeresaH at January 12, 2006 6:37 AM
Thank you, Amy and Teresa, for making me feel like I'm not alone in my madness!
hugs,
Alesia
Posted by: Alesia Holliday at January 12, 2006 9:18 AM
At my age there is only one wardrobe and it encompasses more closet space than Macy's. As my children move out, my clothes move into their closets. Disco didn't die, and I have the clothes to prove it. I can walk from closet to closet and track my expanding ass from size to size. Sigh. I've given up on the idea of needing them again one day and am now preparing to docent guided tours of fashion through the late 1900's.
Posted by: suzieb at January 12, 2006 2:42 PM
>>Disco didn't die, and I have the clothes to prove it. <<
ROFL!! Suzie, this is why I adore you more than life itself! And I am SO dragging you shopping in Atlanta . . .
hugs,
Alesia
Posted by: Alesia Holliday at January 12, 2006 4:53 PM
Oh, I hear you on having several different wardrobes, hon! And on the New Year's resolutions. I always try to aim for those resolutions on 1 Feb, so that I have a month to get used to the idea!
I also have a wardrobe of clothes I know I will never wear again, even if they fit me, but I just cannot throw them out because they have some fond memories - even if I looked completely stupid when wearing them!
Michelle
Posted by: Michelle at January 13, 2006 7:23 AM
What is worse than keeping clothes that don't fit? BUYING clothes that don't fit!! Oh yes, I am so guilty of that! I just recently got rid of TWO dresses that still had the tags on them that I bought when I still believed the myth that I would 1) go to the gym regularly and 2) lose weight and eat healthy. HAH! What's really depressing is that I have "fat" jeans that no longer fit me! (sigh) Now how sad is that when even your fat clothes betray you? But I can't bring myself to go buy new ones because they are so damn expensive and I am still convinced that I will get back into them... I did finally get rid of the size 16 petite jeans that I wore while I worked at that stable in Chicago--twenty years ago!! No disco clothes, however...
Posted by: Sheri at January 14, 2006 10:09 AM
OOO, Michelle, Feb. 1 is such a good idea!!
Sheri - I've done that too!! "But it's on sale! And it's so CUTE! I MUST HAVE IT - regardless of the fact that it's two sizes too small - I'll lose weight!!"
Just gave some of those to GoodWill too . . .
sigh.
Alesia, who ate 14 Oreos one day this week in the throes of particularly bad writer's block
Posted by: Alesia Holliday at January 14, 2006 7:04 PM
