I Work Out

My fitness goals, as you know, include increased strength, increased cardio capability, and all the healthful byproducts of that.  They also include…*clearingmythroat*…lookin’ good.

They work ooouuuttt.

Yes.  I, too, am shallow.  I want to look in that mirror and think, “Day-um! She fiiiiiiiinnnnne!”  And there are certainly days when that happens.  More and more often, in fact.  There are those days, yes, when I’m bloated and exhausted and just a mass of MomBlob…but they are fewer and farther between.  Most days, I hear LMFAO blaring in my brain when I’m slipping into my size 6 jeans (they’re getting a tad big, you know) or slithering into one of my FOUR bikinis.  It runs through my head as I navigate my cart through the grocery aisles and around the racks at Target.

She be workin’ on her fitness.

“When I push my cart through Wegmans, this is what I see…
Everyone stops and is starin’ at me.
I got muscles on my arms and I ain’t afraid to show it…
I’m sexy and I know it…”

That’s right.  And that’s just one song.  “Fergilicious” is another that gets its fair share of play time.  Because I be workin’ on my fitness, and Jackson – he’s my witness.  Don’t even try to tell me you’re not doing this too.  I see other women who strut and wonder what song it is they’ve got spinning in their heads.  (I also see the nonstrutting women glaring at those of us who do strut…I gather they’re listening to Gilbert Godfried narrate How To Be Unhappy And Jealous Instead Of Doing Something About Your Life…or something like that.) 

Here are the requirements for my tune wedgies:

It must be superficial and shallow, namely about lookin’ fine and blowin’ minds.

It must have a beat I can wigglewigglewiggle to…yeah yeah.

It must have a catchy refrain that reminds me of my superior rear/abs/delts status.

Check our her guns.

Sometimes, if I catch the eye of jealous MomBlob (and they all immediately take on the appearance of Harry Potter’s Aunt Petunia), the song will make an immediate switch to Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation” while I smile politely yet knowingly.  I can almost hear Gilbert cackling in her head. 

So my gift to you today, dear Readers, is a little “I Got Fitness and I Know It” playlist.  Here’s my personal soundtrack as I strut through my day, be it at Wegmans, Target, the public pool, or simply doin’ diaper duty here at the M&M Estate.  Feel free to add your own personal “baby got BACK” tunes in the comments section.  I’m always lookin’ for more ways to celebrate my outstandingness and music ranks high on that list.

The Queen’s “I Got Fitness and I Know It” Playlist:
I’m Sexy and I Know It – LMFAO
Fergilicious – Fergie
Bad Reputation – Joan Jett
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
Rumour Has It – Adele
Hanky Panky – Joan Jett
Hey Mama – Black Eyed Peas
You Could Be Mine – Guns N’ Roses
Does Your Mother Know – ABBA
She’s Crafty – Beastie Boys
Boys – Britney Spears
Lay Your Hands On Me – Bon Jovi
Dirty – Christina Aquilera
Hollaback Girl – Gwen Stefani
Run The World (Girls) – Beyonce

The Dark Side

Did you know that I enjoy working out from time to time?  Little known fact, but I do.  And did you also know that I recently shrunk rather dramatically, thus requiring many articles of new clothing?  Also true!  All my hard work, sweat, dedication, and perserverance really paid off.  The problem?  I have yet to discover a store that wishes to provide me with this new clothing free of charge.

And it isn’t just new jeans I require.  Suddenly, my underwear will not stay put (and not for the same reasons as when I was in college – I keed, I keed).  The once relatively bodacious twins – gone.  I am no longer filling out my undergarments! And, sadly, I am next-to-last in line when it comes to replacing wardrobe pieces (Hubby, like most men, bought every article of clothing he will ever need before he earned his degree).  So, please – do not judge me if you should see me about town with my pants gathered around my ankles.  It’s not what you think.

Old Navy – CHEAP!

To add to my wardrobe dilemma is the daily issue of workout wear.  I did not anticipate shrinking so much that even spandex would become too loose a material.  Tuck jumps are fairly challenging in their own right without the extra danger of losing one’s shorts.  And those once-glorious twins?  They need smaller housing during exercise as well.  I thought I was quite clever when I began doubling up the sports bras to provide the necessary support.  Alas…the double layer is beginning to prove ineffective. 

Even my crosstrainers are too big!  I know, that’s from wear-and-tear.  I do not suddenly have teeny tiny totties.  But still.  Yet another article to purchase.  *sigh*

What’s an exercise addict to do???

Ghosts – $25!

LOOK FOR DEALS! WATCH FOR SALES!  I discovered $8 and $10 sports bras at Old Navy alongside $15 compression shorts and yoga pants.  Running shorts were half off at Dick’s last week.  Target has suprisingly quality socks and sports bras (the shorts are a tad…well…matronly…) for pretty decent prices.  I am constantly on the lookout for deals, seeing as how I now spend about 3/4 of my time in workout wear.  Just before my marathon, I spotted Brooks Ghosts (my current favorite running shoe) for TWENTY-FIVE BUCKS at Aardvark Sports Shop!  Holy cheapness, Batman!  The inexpensive-yet-quality crosstrainers are proving quite elusive, but I refuse to abandon all hope.  I know they’re out there, somewhere, waiting…I will find them.  Oh, yes…I will find them…