It has occured to me before, in fleeting moments between pondering what kind of scooped out bagel to eat and what project to stress about, but it passed as a random, foolish thought. And then while in Chicago, I surfaced and I tried to push it away, but for four days it was there. Then on Wednesday, it finally hit me.
I hate wearing real clothes.
I have become so comfortable wearing yoga pants, warm up pants, fleece pants, hooded sweatshirts and long sleeve t-shirts that my body has actually been rejecting the feel of normal clothing.
At the conference in Chicago, I pretty much had to wear nice clothes all the time and I think it was actually killing me. Then thankfully on Saturday I got two pairs of nicer sweatpants and was in heaven. They were actually "dressy" enough that I was able to wear a pair of heels and a sweater with them and look like I was dressing nicely.
This got me thinking back to the days of junior high when wearing anything BUT jeans was considered a DON'T. Then I progressed to high school and after throwing myself into athletics, I would wear the team warm-up suits a few days a week. And then once I got to college and was running XC every single day, comfortable running clothes just became a given.
And now I'm a senior, with a brand new gym to work out in and a wonderful boyfriend. That is important because:
a) I'm a senior. I have seniorists. I don't give a damn about much other than graduating
b) I go to the gym every day between 11 and 1, so I simply get up and put on my gym clothes. It's pointless to get up and dress nicely only to turn around and change into my workout clothes.
c) I have an awesome boyfriend who I am madly in love with. There is absolutely no need for me to dress to impress because I don't have to impress or attract anyone anymore. Actually, the best part about Aaron is that we both enjoy wearing our comfortable clothes. We'll go out to dinner or something and dress up and then come home and throw on our warm up pants and hooded sweatshirts and cuddle.
I have definitely been regressing over the years.
Now don't get me wrong, I can dress nicely. You will see me in jeans and a sweater a few times a week, but that is after the gym and after my shower. And frankly, those days I get a feeling of accomplishment that yes, I did get dressed today!
I can justify all of this, though.
After this May, I will be interning and then getting a real job and after this, I will be wearing real clothes every day and dressing nicely.
So really, I'm not a bum, I'm just a workout addicted senior who is in love with an incredible guy and who will be getting a ready job and graudating in a few months or so....
I can rationalize anything!
Me and Aaron actually dressed in real clothes! (we're on our way out to dinner)