I need to buy new jeans.
Okay, so here's the deal. I had a TON of jeans. Most of them no longer fit and were subsequently donated, as previously mentioned. Now I don't have enough jeans- which, to me, means "less than 20 pairs." (I'm kidding. Sort of. Fine, I live in jeans and hate doing laundry.)
The best place to buy nice, decent quality, ~50 dollar jeans in Montreal is this semi-independent place in the basement of Les Cours Mont-Royal. The problem is that their sizing is effed up. I'm usually a 2 in jeans, 0 if I happen to have lost weight that month, 4 if I happen to have... yeah, you get the idea. The jeans at this place are TINY. I'm probably, like, a 10.
So, thus comes the obvious question. Do I swallow my pride and buy the nice, decently cheap size 10 jeans? Do I go on a crash diet and finally get back to my usual 5'8-115 pounds (which isn't really "usual" anymore, since I haven't been that thin since high school), succumb to the media, gain the self esteem, get back into reasonable shape, then buy a smaller size of jeans? Do I go to American Eagle and buy my usual size two "Favourite Boyfriend Jeans"
that will wear out sooner and cost more? Or do I go to the $200 jeans store and console myself with another pair of ridiculously expensive Hudson jeans? (Yes. Another. My $220 jeans were not the product of my proudest moment ever, but boy are they pretty).
I've been meaning to get back into shape for awhile. My problem is that I don't really exercise for the endorphin rush, it doesn't do much for me. The reality is that I'm fine without exercising and that I have a great metabolism- I could probably live on beer, fries and chocolate truffles and not go past 135. I'm a skinny person. But then there's the health factor. Oh, health factor, how do I love you. Let me count the ways.
A friend told me a couple of days ago that I should come to yoga with her. I should, I like yoga, and "hot yoga" is a decent workout. But it's extremely expensive- a year membership is $1200 a year. So, if you go every day, it's like three bucks a class. Dorothy, you're not in Nelson anymore. The alternative is to go through the McGill gym, but they only offer low impact stuff, and I'm like REALLY not a low impact person.
Do I start running again? No, I don't. I hate running. I hated running when I was running every day. I hate sweating, the sticky feeling and the trying to extract some oxygen from the humid humid air. And it's that much worse in the winter. I suppose the alternative is to go to the gym, but am I the only one who completely fails to see the point in running on a treadmill? And don't get me started on the Stairmaster. And all the chicks in spandex "power walking" on the treadmills swinging their arms back and forth like pendulums and claiming they are exercising make me sick. Come On.
Do I start swimming again? No, it's too much work. Every time you want to go swimming, you have to find when the pool is open, pack up a bag, go to the pool, realize you've forgotten your goggles, jack some goggles from a lifeguard, get into the freezing freezing water- and THEN you can start to swim. Then you shower all the chlorine off and are all wet for the next two hours, then your dermatologist gets mad at you because whatever is up with your skin is happening again because you're "too clean" and have already been expressly forbidden to shower more than once a day- and the chlorine has just made the entire thing worse, and why aren't you using the greasy steroid ointment I perscribed you? The amount of preparation and then cleanup afterwards is simply not worth it.
Do I do the fun thing and join an intramural sports team, or the leadership-y thing loved and revered by med schools and start my own? No, I don't. I suck at team sports (with a true vigor) and I'm already overcommitted.
Do I give up the dilemma, suck it up, buy the bigger jeans and stagnate? Such is my conclusion.
I'll get back in shape. Maybe I'll start doing the gym or swimming in the early mornings... things aren't so bad if you're only half awake and can't really remember them. Maybe McGill will start up a halfway decent class. Maybe I'll pony up for a membership to someplace. In any case, something needs to happen.
Next up on the clothes-related dillemma list: I need professional looking clothing, assuming I get this job. Whatever shall I do.