I love my sweatpants. I’m not kidding. I think I may actually be in love with my sweatpants. Every morning when I get out of bed they are lying in wait for me, beckoning to me from the drawer, begging to be taken out and pulled on to take their rightful place on my comfort-seeking body. And every morning I take them and their counterpart, the tank top, out and put both of them on feeling slightly uneasy that I am wearing this costume for yet another day. I immediately begin running through reasons for why they are so absolutely necessary to my life. This minor uncertainty leads me to ask…does my daily uniform of tank tops and sweatpants make me Sporty Spice or just a lazy housewife?
You’ve seen them, those cute little athletic types who tool around town in pink sweatpants and cropped sweatshirts, the word “Juicy” displayed prominently across their tight little behinds. They might even be wearing a prim little visor or low ponytail and carrying their environmentally-conscious Sigg bottle on their way to the gym. I’ve tried to be those girls but have experienced some glitches along the way. Problem 1 – I look horrible in a visor, and Problem 2 – I don’t actually own a Sigg bottle (or have a gym membership for that matter). And I’m pretty sure that my faded black Old Navy yoga pants with fraying hems and reinforced stitching in the thighs made necessary due to some unfortunate repetitive rubbing action really don’t compare. And yet I’ve recently been sporting my yoga pants (and, no, I don’t actually practice yoga) to run my errands around town without a blink of an eye. So what’s the problem you ask?
Here’s the problem…I think I may have crossed into a whole new territory, one of which I have been fairly certain I would never inhabit. I might possibly be lazy. Not in a sit-on-the-couch-all-day-eating-bonbons kind of lazy. More like a stand-at-the-couch-folding-laundry-eating-bonbons kind of lazy. My role as a SAHL (Stay-at-home-lackey) requires very little public interaction, and to be quite honest, folks, it is much more comfortable to stand around being lazy in sweatpants than in anything else. Now, I feel I must clarify that I have not yet sunk so low that I have started wearing my pajama bottoms to shop at Walmart. It’s not that bad…yet. But I fear that I may be on my way to this new standard of living.
So, again I ask the question, “Sporty Spice or lazy housewife?” Hmm…Maybe a little bit of both. But one thing’s for sure…I definitely need some new sweatpants.
Love to all, Mindy