I’m pronouncing the title in my head like “wor-KOUT-fit”. I think its catchy. ANYWAYS, lets talk about workout outfits for a moment.  The workoutfit has experienced a remarkable evolution in a very short time span.




It doesnt look like anyone worked out in the 60s. See kids, drugs are bad.








Aaand the aughts/teens :


Today it’s allll about the yoga pants. Which I love, by the way. They’re flattering to just about any body shape, as long as you wear the right size. The problem is- no matter how curvy or how skinny you are-  when you wear yoga pants that are too small, we can see your butt through your pants.


Yup. We can all see your butt.

I’m not trying to shame anyone, because I have totally been guilty of this in the past. You probably don’t even realize its happening. I certainly didn’t, until my mother pointed it out one day when we were on vacation together.

But, that’s just what moms and blogs are for. Which is why I’m reminding everyone that its important to do a quick check in a full length mirror -in natural light -before you go out into the world. The world does not want to see your booty. I’m sorry. And you’re welcome.



So, even though springtime in Boston is a little more The Day After Tomorrow type apocalyptic snow covered wasteland wintery than one might like, it’s a fact that summer is right around the corner. Aka bathing suit season.

Ughh jogging. Perhaps some people are lucky in the sense doing some toning work is all they need to stay fit, but I need the cardio aspect to actually lose weight. Over the winter I managed to get on the treadmill a hand-full of times.

And by a hand-full of times I mean it never happened. Well, it happened once but I was jogging so slowly I’m not sure it counts.  I could have walked at that speed to be honest. The thing with jogging- besides the inherent agony-  is that I am not a pretty jogger.

I sweat profusely from every pore of my body. I get ridiculously ugly when I run. My face turns neon red, sometimes purple, my hair gets drenched from full on head sweat and my face must wear a ghastly expression judging from the way people grimace when I shuffle whiz by them. Oh and this transformation takes all of a half mile, running at a 10 minute pace, to complete.

To all of you who manage to stay pretty while running: How??? Is there a secret I don’t know about? A breathing technique? A mind trick – Jedi or otherwise?

One time last summer while I was on a run, I literally had a woman ask me if I was ok as I jogged in place next to her waiting for the light to turn green. Yes, yes, I’m fine. Nothing to see here folks but a perfectly normal person out for a jog who just happens to be a color you have never before seen in nature. Nooo biggie.



So, I’m doing 2 posts in one day today because a blog with only one post seems wonky to me. Last night the mighty weather authority predicted Boston could expect 1-3 inches of snow overnight.  Apparently this is what 1-3 inches of snow looks like:


I know, I know. I nearly drowned on my way to Bar Method. It was about a foot deep and what you see in the photo was literally the only section of sidewalk that had been cleared. Plus, it was still snowing and really windy. Just getting to class was a challenge in itself.

Once I arrived I was still really sleepy though.

Me post-Thanksgiving.

Which, is common. But for whatever reason, maybe due to the adrenaline it takes to get oneself to class in noreaster-like conditions, everyone else was totally ON.

I was hoping their enthusiasm would rub off on me, but no. I felt like all the muscles in my body were made of jelly and my mind suddenly went into emergency evacuation mode.  Just when I needed my brain to be all “You got this, Charlotte, you’re an animal!” It was all “Say you have the flu and leave! Say you have to be at work super early and stop the torturrre!”

In the end I pulled through though. I’ll be honest, it was about 50% due to “digging deep” and 50% really not wanting to go back outside before I had to.

And finally, I made my way back home.


So, for the past 6 months I’ve been obsessed with Bar Method. It combines ballet, pilates, yoga and weights. Its awesome. The fact I’ve stuck with it for 6 months says a lot. Normally, I try out a form of exercise for a month or two before losing interest in it faster than McKayla Maroney lost interest in silver.

But not this time. Anyways, a few months ago I was getting into a nice rhythm by going after work a few days a week, but then: winter happened.

It started getting dark at 4:30pm. It started getting cold. Really really cold. I realized I was losing my will to live workout after work. I decided to start going to the studio before work (6am) so I wouldn’t even have to think about it. It would just be done. Yeah. Awesome in theory, difficult in practice because I LOVE sleeping. Like, sometimes when I get into bed I’m shamefully excited to be there.

So getting up at such an ungodly hour was hard, but after doing the 6am class for a few weeks, it started getting easier. Dare I say it, I was becoming a morning person.

Besides, sunrise was getting earlier and earlier, things were looking up.  Then March 10th happened and daylight savings time reared its dark, ugly head.

So I’m currently in the process of getting used to morning classes again. Whatever, it’s 1 freaking hour and spring is right around the corner. Its not that bad. I’m done complaining.