The weekend never seems to get here fast enough. While there isn't anything planned really, I just look forward to days where I don't have to do anything or have to be anywhere. While I may end up going to the gym, I might not too. Especially after what happened the other night.
I've found zero motivation for the gym lately. I don't know what it is but it's been torture for me. I can't get into any sort of workout, I watch the clock because I promise myself I'll be there for an hour and almost every single time I cave and leave after 40 minutes. It's pathetic. I know all it'll take is a great article about staying in shape or seeing an old skinnier picture of myself, but I can't focus. But last night I ended up making some progress. I pushed myself on the bike, I cycled harder and longer than I have before. I pushed past the burning legs and I pushed past the jello legs. I was shiny, disgusting, bright red but I felt accomplished! I knew I looked like a hot mess as I walked to the drinking fountain, but it's the gym - we're all in this together, right? We're all sweating piles of accomplishment. I went over to the drinking fountain and as I walked over I noticed my husband jogging over to catch up with me with a look on his face that said that he was about to tell me something funny.
I thought maybe he'd caught somebody dancing to their iPod music, forgetting they weren't at home. It happens a lot. Not this time. As I bent over to take a drink my husband informed me, "You have sweat butt." He laughed as all the blood left my face. It took me a minute to realize what he meant. Did he mean Swass? And if he did, how did he know? There would be no way for him to tell! Of course, when he mentioned my butt, immediately my hands covered it and I threw my backside against the wall. There's a door to a conference room next to the drinking fountain and it has a small window next to it, so I relied on the reflection to give it to me straight. Sure enough - there was a lovely drooping dark spot circling my booty. I didn't want to believe it! I'm one of those weird people who don't sweat very much. My friends tell me they hate working out with me because I don't sweat! At the very worst I shine! But there it was, staring back at me, a lovely sweat butt for all the world to see. I shouldn't have cared, but I asked for the keys so I could go home and change. My husband, seeing this situation as entertaining, told me to just get over it - everyone's sweaty. It's true, but I was horrified. I ended up pulling my tank way down over my butt. Thank heavens it was a material that allowed it. I stuck to all the sitting machines for the rest of the night and kept pulling at my tank to make sure nobody could see my dreaded sweat butt. Yes, I realize it could have been much worse. I could have been wearing gray pants to really enhance the sweat butt. The sweat spot could have been in a much more embarrassing location. And really, who cares at the gym to see a person sweating? I don't, but since it was happening to me so of course it was 100 times worse and it was all I could think about for the rest of the night.
So in order to get my mind off of recent events I did a lace roundup. Why? Because I wanna.
I've found zero motivation for the gym lately. I don't know what it is but it's been torture for me. I can't get into any sort of workout, I watch the clock because I promise myself I'll be there for an hour and almost every single time I cave and leave after 40 minutes. It's pathetic. I know all it'll take is a great article about staying in shape or seeing an old skinnier picture of myself, but I can't focus. But last night I ended up making some progress. I pushed myself on the bike, I cycled harder and longer than I have before. I pushed past the burning legs and I pushed past the jello legs. I was shiny, disgusting, bright red but I felt accomplished! I knew I looked like a hot mess as I walked to the drinking fountain, but it's the gym - we're all in this together, right? We're all sweating piles of accomplishment. I went over to the drinking fountain and as I walked over I noticed my husband jogging over to catch up with me with a look on his face that said that he was about to tell me something funny.
I thought maybe he'd caught somebody dancing to their iPod music, forgetting they weren't at home. It happens a lot. Not this time. As I bent over to take a drink my husband informed me, "You have sweat butt." He laughed as all the blood left my face. It took me a minute to realize what he meant. Did he mean Swass? And if he did, how did he know? There would be no way for him to tell! Of course, when he mentioned my butt, immediately my hands covered it and I threw my backside against the wall. There's a door to a conference room next to the drinking fountain and it has a small window next to it, so I relied on the reflection to give it to me straight. Sure enough - there was a lovely drooping dark spot circling my booty. I didn't want to believe it! I'm one of those weird people who don't sweat very much. My friends tell me they hate working out with me because I don't sweat! At the very worst I shine! But there it was, staring back at me, a lovely sweat butt for all the world to see. I shouldn't have cared, but I asked for the keys so I could go home and change. My husband, seeing this situation as entertaining, told me to just get over it - everyone's sweaty. It's true, but I was horrified. I ended up pulling my tank way down over my butt. Thank heavens it was a material that allowed it. I stuck to all the sitting machines for the rest of the night and kept pulling at my tank to make sure nobody could see my dreaded sweat butt. Yes, I realize it could have been much worse. I could have been wearing gray pants to really enhance the sweat butt. The sweat spot could have been in a much more embarrassing location. And really, who cares at the gym to see a person sweating? I don't, but since it was happening to me so of course it was 100 times worse and it was all I could think about for the rest of the night.
So in order to get my mind off of recent events I did a lace roundup. Why? Because I wanna.
First of all - how awesome is that lace manicure?! I will try this...I truly will one day. The instructions are in the link - if anyone else tries this please let me know if its worth the effort. I'm also loving the lace necklace. Its so pretty and delicate looking!
And then of course there are lace shoes:
Found: Express
Price: $118.00
If these were $30, we'd be talking.
If these were $30, we'd be talking.
Found: Heels
Brand: Guess
Style: Handola
Price: $99.99
I LOVE a good peep toe, sling back. And with lace? Love.
Well that's all for today. I hope you all have a great weekend, devoid of embarrassment and filled with fun. See ya Sunday!
Linking up at Peace Love & Applesauce's Friday Shoegasm!
Linking up at Peace Love & Applesauce's Friday Shoegasm!