Err..In style

I had decided last night, that I would wake up, change into my gym pants and just leave with the same shirt I slept in on, before I changed my mind and went back to sleep...

My insouciance lasted about three minutes after I woke up. It was taken over by the sycophant in the mirror staring right back a my sloppy T-shirt, uncombed hair over a nice fitting pair of tracks. And what surprised me was that today, even the sycophant in me wasn't nodding her approval caught up in mesmerizing awe of me. I mean, irony just knows how to make her presence felt on a groggy forced to experience Wednesday morning!

So after my third T-shirt try out, the black one won its place on my back for its ceaseless ability to make me feel good. Why did I have to look "presentable" for the gym?

T-shirt try outs done, it as time to walk the puppy..[I love how healthy all this makes me sound] and I saw this lady, she wore a loose pair of Pjs and a sloppy old shirt wit her hair untouched , she looked so fine...I almost felt jealous and couldn't help but ask myself, now why can't I walk out of my house like that?

In the little thinking that my mind could muster up after having been jolted from a night of passionate slumber, something it was unable to achieve over the past few days; I came to the somewhat, though still rough, conclusion that feeling good is the most important criteria anytime of the day [for me]. And when it involves stepping out of the magnificent cocoon that my significantly dysfunctional home is, it becomes incredibly important to 'feeeel good'. So then what makes me feel good? The answer to that,[ though still under scrutiny and therefore shouldn't be accepted as "The" answer.] That feeling good is almost directly proportionate to looking good. Though the case may not be the same all the time, in most cases, looking good enough to not require the services of your trusty sycophant leads to a happy sense of feeling good. But on the other hand, looking good need not always lead you to feel good and therefore the formula:That feeling good is almost directly proportionate to looking good. Okay I may have lost track of what I was saying here, early mornings do that to me.

Important tough, is that in all of this, feeling and looking good, it isn't someone else's opinion that maters really, it's my own. And evidently enough, it is hard for me to get my approval...well not quite...

That was all it took to console my megalomaniac-cal self. Hair, uncombed yet presentable, black shirt camouflage on, and my sexy black shoes, I was ready for the gym. :)