Lately, I’ve come to grips with the fact that I have an exercise clothes shopping problem.
And the true irony of this is that I quit the gym six months ago and haven’t so much as glanced at a free weight since.
Once I came to terms with the fact that I hated the treadmill and the chest press, I just moved on. And I haven’t looked back.
I do love yoga though.
Or used to love yoga, that is before I tore a soft tissue in my shoulder doing triangle pose three weeks ago. Who knew yoga was such an extreme sport, right? So now I’m out for the count and have been pretty much a total bum, with my only daily exercise coming in the form of whipping cream (left hand only), scooping cookies, or taking leisurely walks around the lake by myself.
However, I still love yoga clothes. Even if all I can do in them right now is wear them as my official baking uniform. Because who doesn’t love to wear ridiculously expensive black pants while they bake cupcakes?
At least I wear an apron.
Send help in the form of a hot shower, hair dryer and clean clothes.
In other news, Dexter’s hungry again.