Yoga Pants

I think these should be called denial pants… oh boy, do I love my black yoga pants.  They are the perfect mommy pant- they are comfy, don’t show the dirt, and stretch with me as I run and play with the girls.  I don’t find jeans all that comfortable due to my muscular thigh (not sure if it’s as much muscle as it once was these days)!  When I sit down or bend with jeans I feel like the denim is a strong damn holding back the gushing water, only it’s not water, its flubber!

But, the denial pants come with a price.  You put them on every day and never realize that you have put on a few pounds, not to mention they are black (slimming) and the ones I buy are called Shape wear (oh yea, I peek at my rear in these puppies and think to myself, who needs the Stairmaster?…does that even exist anymore, I haven’t been to a gym in 15 years.)

The other thing about these denial pants is that wearing them while spending the day with children makes you forget you’re a real person (like you once were a sexy lady). Putting on the denial pants is like the uniform of the referee, activity planner, waitress, maid, and chauffer.  Your mind is constantly on your children and what they need; it’s hard to find the extra energy to make a wellness plan for yourself.

I am not one to weigh myself so a reading on the scale wouldn’t have warned me to sprint towards salad street.  I mean, it’s not like I’m completely oblivious to the fact that not running/walking and indulging in pretty much everything lately is going to catch up with me…in fact last night we had a BBQ and I didn’t think twice about the burger slathered in mayonnaise and ketchup with a healthy serving of fries and the wine…yum! And pizza, wine, snackies, and cookies with friends Saturday night…and this has been like every weekend since January…it’s like my New Year’s Resolution was to let go, eat, drink and be merry…Damn, why does pleasure come with a price?

Needless to say, I put on jeans today …and can we say muffin top and boulder but!

Yikes!