I've had a day filled with firsts over here!
My first first happened around 11:30, when I went to a new class at my gym. It was called Step Sculpt, and can I just pause a minute to confess that I cannot do step aerobics? I've tried two step classes now, and both times I literally could not move my legs and body as the instructor directed. Like, I can move fast enough, but not when I don't know where I'm moving said parts. I laughed for a good portion of the class, and it felt pretty good to enjoy looking like a doofy moron--all in the interest of trying something new and challenging!
|This dog kicks my ass at step.|
Yuuuuuh-ummmmm this was good! It was quinoa, kale, veggies, and peppered seitan all covered in hummus and a garlic lemon sauce. The flatbread in the background was more like a thin cracker, but even still I thought it was delicious too!
After lunch and a bit of work I went to Home Depot to get something for the house (David said I had to), to the grocery store to grab some Pink Lady apples (these are my most fav apples), and to Nordstrom Rack
to feel bad about myself.
I.hate.shopping. Aside from the obvious issues like: "Why doesn't this fit me? Am I a bad person because this doesn't fit me?" shopping is horrible because there are so few stores that carry the kind of clothes I like. For example, at Nordstrom Rack they had lots of women's clothing that was just too trendy--if that makes any sense. I was looking for some simple summer dresses--fitted on top and flowy below. Instead, I found a bunch of flowery, ruffle-y dresses with strange cuts and even stranger and artificial fabrics.
I wanted something like this: http://www.hm.com/us/product/00905?article=00905-A but instead found a lot of this: http://www1.macys.com/shop/product/ny-collection-dress-sleeveless-printed-handkerchief-hem-surplice?ID=684915&CategoryID=5449#fn=sp%3D1%26spc%3D1325%26ruleId%3D2%26slotId%3D8
While shopping I seriously considered just changing my style to be the "sporty girl." That way I could just wear my running shorts and yoga pants around town all the time, instead of making any attempt to wear acceptable women's clothing.
*Do you feel out of place when you shop for clothing? Would you rather clean your house than go clothes shopping?