I did something today that I both dreaded & looked forward to.

I went shopping for some new clothes.

I basically have 2 or 3 outfits I rotate. I wear a lot of sweatshirts & leggings.

It’s a good thing I’m a stay at home mom because I look like a bum most of the time.

I need to lose weight.

But in the mean time I need to wear clothes.

I decided to try on some gym clothes in hopes that it might motivate me to exercise.

There were some really cute sports bras.

I grabbed one & headed to the dressing room.

I tried on some cute jeans that worked, a couple tops.

Things were going well until I got to the sports bra.

It was a bit of a struggle to get it on.

It was clearly marked my size.

It was clearly NOT my size.

Welp, that was a fail.

I tried to take it off.

I couldn’t.

Let me try this again.

Nope.

Y’all, I could not get the darn thing off.

I stood their, half naked in front of a stupid mirror, half in & half out of this cute sports bra.

I could not get the stupid thing off.

I started having trouble breathing.

I may have broken a sweat.

I seriously did not think I could get it off.

I envisioned calling for help.

Can you imagine.

Finally on one last desperate twist I was out.

Praise the Lord.

Really, I am so thankful.

That was awful!

And it did not motivate me to go to the gym one bit.