My mother and law and I had an adorable conversation the other day. She was talking about her plans to stay fit over the winter. This, for her, entails walking on the treadmill daily and “not wearing sweatpants.”
Apparently when you wear sweatpants on a regular basis, you are more likely to get fat because you don’t feel smooshed into right fitting pants, so you eat whatever.
I’m going to go with a big fat screw that noise on that bull shit.
In fact, I’m taking this to a whole different level.
Today I’m ‘mirin on all of you who aren’t afraid to rock the sweatpants this winter.
Yes, they make you look dumpy. Yes, they hide all your assets and make people question whether or not you’re trying to hide the fact that you just consumed a keg of Oktoberfest and 3 pounds of schnitzel.
My outright opinion on this? Who really cares?
I’m ‘mirin all you folks who are taking advantage of cooler weather to go on a bulk. I’m also ‘miring everyone who puts in the time at the gym, eats for health and with purpose on a daily basis, and really doesn’t care if anybody questions that fact because you’re buried in 10 pounds of warm comfy cotton.
Whether you rock em at the gym, the grocery store, social settings (I swear, I was cold and I had no clean jeans), if you’re planning on sticking to your guns this winter and chasing your fitness goals, by all means… Wear the damn sweatpants.
Here’s my obligatory frumpy dumpy sweatpants look:
(who needs make up? Or shoes for that matter, apparently.)
Do I look like a fashionista? Do I really give crap? Do I know in my heart what’s under them pants?
My fit lovers, don’t be scared that your sweatpants will make you fat this winter. Be scared instead of the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas and the fact that you’ll probably at one point in time not feel like digging your car out of 3 feet of snow to go to the gym.
In the spring when we shed our layers and upgrade to “sweatshorts” everyone will know the truth. Until then, I’m going to be cozied up in a pair of frumpy ass sweatpants every chance I get.
Feel free to join me in my plight by posting unflattering sweatpants pictures of yourself on my Facebook page if you’re so inclined. I will be sure to ‘mire them all.
Question of the Day: my question today comes from a comment via Jennifer at Wine To Weightlifting – she wants to know what kitchen utensil I can’t live without?
This is a hard one. I know I’ve been mad talking up my julienne peeler lately, but that will only get you so far, unless you like to eat vegetables shaped like noodles everyday.
I’m going to go with my spice rack (the easy way out). My mother in law picked this up as a housewarming present for me, and it has a little bit of everything and helps me keep my countertop neat and tidy:
How do you feel about my sweatpants revolution? Gonna jump on the bandwagon of looking like a homeless person this winter?
Also – what utensils should me and Jennifer invest in to make our kitchens more functional?