As I posted on my Facebook page today - I hate hate hate hate hate - did I say HATE - nylons and tights. The problem is, they are a necessary evil through these CT winters. I don't want to wear pants from October - May. I like dresses and skirts. But bare legs in CT in - say March - not a great idea.
I went shopping this past weekend and picked up some great new skirts. I wanted to wear one today so I stepped into the depths of hell and put on a pair of tights.
By the time I was ready to leave work after yet another endless, meeting-laden day, I was so incredibly uncomfortable due to those fucking things that not only did I want to rip them off my body, preferably with a pair of very sharp scissors, but I also was so sore that I couldn't bear the thought of spending 1/2 hour or more on the treadmill. It was late (5:30 no thanks to my 4:30 meeting), I was tired, and I was achy because I can't really breathe properly when I'm wearing those damn things.
So no workout tonight and I am annoyed with myself. That was a shitty reason to bail on the gym. I've been trying to not use work or other stupid Andrea crap as an excuse - I've been better but this may be an all-time low.
SIGH. Tomorrow is another day. I have to try to not beat myself up for this one.
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