For the last couple of weeks I've been thinking about going back to the gym. The stress level at work is pretty decent, or at least I can handle it, and I feel that I'm not totally dead when leaving work so back to the gym it is. A couple of colleagues from work have also talked about coming with me and company is really something that I've been missing.
So last night we decided that today we were going to try out a circuit class and leave work right on the dot. Back home I started to look for my cloths. Everything was there besides my pants. I knew a had two pairs. A black pair that was quite snug before the summer which also was the last time I went to the gym. I know, shame on me... And another pair one size bigger and in red.
The black pair I knew my cousin Maria borrowed this summer when her daughter Frida got sick all over her poor mum. But I should still have the red pair somewhere. Or maybe not. I went through my closet three times, looked in bags and other cupboards before giving up. Those red pants where nowhere to be find. A bit shameful this morning I had to tell my colleagues that I couldn't join them tonight since I didn't have any pants. All through the day I have thought about those pants and where they can have gone. I have a feeling I might have thrown them away in a weak moment believing that I would never need a bigger size again. Just smaller.
I really feel like going to the gym again so I guess it's time to go shopping. And with some new pants and maybe some new tops, it will probably feel even better.
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