Pretty is as Pretty Does

I may have mentioned a time or two before that I work out. For the most part it’s not something that I live to do but it is sometimes enjoyable. The results are their own reward. I like to take classes to motivate me and it helps me make working out part of my schedule. I like to do kickboxing, cycling and yoga. Last week when I went to yoga, I was distracted. Not for any important reason like bills or something I need to do. I kept trying to pull up my old sweat pants so that my chonies wouldn’t show. I thought to myself. “this is ridiculous.” Yoga is important to me for a few reasons; 1) It lets me calm down. 2) It make me challenge myself and test my strength and 3) Excuse my vanity, but I think the postures make me feel pretty. I look over at the reflection and see the geometric shapes my body can make, or my womanly curves and I think “how pretty.”

During class in warrior 3, I resolved to buy some new work out clothes. I had allocated in my budget for clothes this month and even though the month is darn near over I hadn’t spent it. I was tempted to go to the new Target across the street but I wanted my money to stretch. When I got home I warned my husband, “Tomorrow, I’m going shopping after work. You’re going to have to get the baby from childcare.” I’m sooo glad I did. First off, I can’t remember the last time I went shopping with out having to include the logistics of taking the car seat inside, using a handicapped fitting room so that she will have space when I’m trying on clothes, if I should get a basket so I don’t have to carry her and trying to squeeze it all in between her meals. She has me on a schedule!

Any who I found some things that I like I got fitted yet comfy pants (2 pair) and sports bra-tanks from Ross. Sunday I was supposed to go to cycling but I woke up late. So I went later and got down with my good friend the elliptical. Can I just say that when I looked up at the mirror, I was surprised to see a fox staring back at me. I still have some of my I-overdid-it-when-I-was-pregnant-weight, but I saw some definition in those arms and some curves rightly where they should be. I felt so cute that I kept going until I got to my goal. Long story short; if you wanna get cute; be cute! I'm gonna save my old protest and college tees for cooking and henna.