Comments on Every Day I Write the Book: I Don't Do Zumba

When trying on different outfits and looking for s...

2012-02-02T01:32:51.148-07:00

When trying on different outfits and looking for something to wear, I always ask my husband's opinion. (Like I ever expect to get a REAL answer.) But I seriously ask him on a scale of 1-10, what are my chances of getting lucky in that particular outfit. His answer is always 7, which in reality means he's the one with high hopes of getting some.

I read somebody's blog post the other day abou...

2012-01-17T11:16:20.598-07:00

I read somebody's blog post the other day about how the secret to making friends is just to show up, to be there for them. That helped me understand why I don't really want friends. My idea of a kindred spirit is someone who wants me to be their friend from the comfort of my own home. (Exception: I also like friends who find a week-long babysitter for my 5 kids when they invite me on a girls' retreat to a Caribbean island.)

This was a very effective post at making me want the yoga pants even though I don't normally like anything that could be compared to Spanx. I'll bet they don't make them in my size, though. I'm baffled that it's so hard to find sporting gear and workout clothing for larger women, but maybe retailers believe in the law of conservation of momentum and that bodies at rest will remain at rest.

I bought a living social deal for zumba classes a ...

2012-01-16T09:38:51.013-07:00

I bought a living social deal for zumba classes a few months ago and then I pulled my calf muscle while running one day - now my deal is expired and my muscle still isn't better. What's the moral of this story? I probably would have said "yes" to Lisa, incurred an injury and then gone to your house for pancakes proving that ALL of us could be friends.

Also, that exercise is bad for you.

You are a good friend and it is a blessing that yo...

2012-01-13T21:32:08.229-07:00

You are a good friend and it is a blessing that you didn't go to Zumba with me because seeing me do that. . . well, it would have changed the way you see me forever, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. You don't go to Zumba with me and I don't imagine you doing yoga in your Kohls pants. THAT'S the secret of our friendship.