Monday, July 14, 2008

It really IS possible to navel-gaze for too long

On Saturday morning I shifted a drawer of long-sleeved tshirts off the still-unopened box containing my air conditioner and I discovered that there is so much wrong with that corner of my bedroom.

For one thing, the drawer has come completely off the tracks in the shelving unit (some might argue that is a metaphor for its owner). Secondly, the kamikaze drawer is full of winter tshirts. Not exactly an oxymoron but still rather unseasonal. And thirdly, they are resting on top of a box containing something that I bought weeks ago and still have not installed.

Procrastination is my latest thing. I am not ashamed to admit it - there is simply no denying the obvious.

But I recognise its a pattern and so I'm setting about to change it. So today I joined a gym and I absolutely plan to go to pilates and yoga classes. That is until my wobbly bits stop wobbling quite so enthusiastically, and then I will switch to something more upbeat and cardio-like. See? I have a plan.

Not that this plan gets me any closer to mending the drawers or installing the air conditioner, but it's baby steps over here.

And of course a new gym regime requires a new gym wardrobe and I'm pretty excited about that. I only have fashion sneakers right now, so I'm not really sure what shoes I'm supposed to buy, when all I'm going to do is take them off to do the yoga stretches or the pilates exercises. The websites tell me about cross-trainers, and running shoes, and the rather unhelpful and remarkably generic 'athletic' shoes so I'm pleased I decided to browse online before heading into the stores for a complete Alice in Wonderland shoe-buying experience.

Whatever I choose, one thing is for sure: they obviously have to be fabulous because this IS Boystown after all. While my kind of wobbly bits aren't exactly prized here, I'll still get snaps for effort. Way to go, girlfriend!

4 comments:

kilabyte said...

The Gabmeister and exercise all in the same sentence .... oh to be a fly on the wall. I'm glad that shoes is occupying the mind more than making sure that a reliable triage team is in place. Go the Gabster ..... and to all the doubting Thomas' say "BOO!!!"

Hang on ... I think that also means me ...

Lexie and Courts to the rescue ...

Gab In The City said...

I wonder if Sports Authority also sells defibrilators (or however you spell that word)....

glamah16 said...

Hmmm, excercise clothes for a gym in Boystown. Well they might become to envious of your physique so maybe you should down play it. But then if you do, then the catty ones will be all over you. What to do. Just look great. Cant go wrongin single color falttering black.

Batreg said...

Triage team - hahahahahahaha, I need them here, I'm in stitches!! ahahaha so funny ... sigh