On buying gym kit

I had my second weigh in tonight and I’m another two pounds down. I’m delighted as I really wasn’t sure I would be. Last night I did debate which weight outfit was most helpful to me. I decided I wasn’t confident enough to go heavy weight but I didn’t think I needed to go braless either. I opted for the exact outfit I wore last week and this may well become my ‘go to’ fat club dress and honestly that’s probably what the rational diet club member does. Chose an outfit that becomes your metaphorical birthday suit.

The fly in this very sensible ointment is that although I don’t mind being considered fat, the idea that my dress sense might be thought dull rankles. In my youth I was a bit mad dress wise, picture mohican and 1960’s psychedelic mac, my sister probably still has nightmares involving the vision of me in that outfit, strolling into her work place unannounced. In my plump middle age I aim for low vis, with an occasional quirk. I really like clothes, fabric, cut, detail, even colour sometimes although black rules in the low vis stakes for me, I enjoy it all.

Now, you may think that weight loss would be prize enough when on a diet but the denial aspect of dieting leaves me wanting treats. Obviously those treats can’t be edible and no, no, there are no low calorie foods that I would consider a treat and yes, I know that is at least in part my problem. Really Dear Reader you have to try to be less judgemental. Where was I? Given that treats aren’t going to be edible, the goodies I have lined up are the promise of new clothes. Something else I love is ‘equip’, little gives me more pleasure than the right tools to complete a task.

It’s been a long time since I regularly attended a gym so I have an actual clothes/ equip need. New gym clothes. As if to enforce my ‘need’ I recently read a problem quoted on the internet that involved a woman not knowing wether to, or how to tell a woman in her yoga class that she was able to see the out line of her genitals through her leggings. New leggings at least were obviously a must, I wouldn’t want to distress a fellow gym goer with a view of my lady bits. I also don’t want my knickers to show through, if I was a young, lacey thong wearer that might be saucy, but these days mine are enormous apple catchers and no one needs to deal with that image either.

Now, I don’t mind clothes being expensive, if they are fabulous. I expect non fabulous items to be cheap. Gym clothes are not only not fabulous, they are also expensive, a lose lose situation and to add insult to injury the manufacturers plaster their names all over it. So you pay premium price to advertise their dull-ass product. As a consequence I’ve eschewed conventional gym wear, taking an individual approach to what might constitute keep fit outfits. I wouldn’t say my choices are the workout equivalent of a psychedelic mac but my sister might prefer to go to the gym without me.