My Usual Self: Convenience Despite the Consequences

Anytime I’m at home, and half the time I’m out, you can find me in workout clothes. One, because I like to be comfortable, and second, because I like to think that anytime I’m at home, I could bust out into a spontaneous workout. I just never know when my body is going to feel like doing jumping jacks. Almost never is a safe bet, but still — I would hate to feel a burst of energy and not be able to jump around just because I was trapped in flimsy sandals and a fancy bra.

Today I got all gussied up (is that what prostitutes do?) for Meet the Teacher, but within an hour of being home, I devolved to this:

My typical look

The one main reason I took this photo was because of the Kleenex sticking out of my sports bra. When I’m wearing workout clothes, there is no place to stick a tissue. My favorite shorts don’t have pockets, and I have to carry a Kleenex. It’s the same theory as the jumping jacks: I would hate to need a tissue and have to walk all the way around the corner to get one.  There’s no need to comment on how pathetic I am.

Anyway, I can’t stick it in my waistband because if it falls out, it looks even more disgusting — like it fell out of my panties. I think that’s worse than sticking out of my bra. There’s some kind of gross/weird hierarchy going on here, and I choose in the bra. It’s not the worst choice, but it’s probably pretty close.

I included the All Bran crackers (delicious food of the gods) in the pic because I was eating them at the time and my last post sang their praises.

And then my husband called to discuss the pros and cons of compression sports underwear for my son, who is about to start football. Is that worth interrupting my Kleenex and All Bran photo shoot for? Debatable. But, as a skilled multi-tasker, I was able to talk AND hit the webcam button.