But I don't want to workout!

Pickle called to say she wanted to go try another gym tonight. She also complained about being fat. I tell you, I don't see it! I only see my tummy getting bigger, not hers. And by no means do I consider that getting fat. It just means that my clothes are a little more snug. The pants I am wearing today were a little loose when I started work in June. Now, it is almost Sept. and they definitely fit and are particularly tight at the waistband. My nice designer jeans that I have spent years collecting (since high school) have been weeded out to only the biggest pairs, which on some days are still to small for my tum.

I don't want to spend the time, money, or energy to work out. I just don't want to. I know I should. I know that in the long run of my life exercise should be included and what a better time to get into that routine than now, when I beginning adult life on my own. However, I just don't want to! I can't find dance classes that would be suitable to my taste, style or level of technique particularly since the ideal class would be a jazz level 4 at 7pm on weeknights. I miss that college dance department and the dance company I was in my last year. It was so accessible to stay in shape and I never felt like I was working out or getting too big for my pants.

OK, so the incentive are my jeans. My sevens, humanities, joe's and true religion...I love them all so much I could never let them go. Everyone else may not understand this incentive, but there is no other clothing item that I ever want, wear, or collect. And I am lucky to find any tangible incentive at all, right?