So i went to the gym this morning and while i was walking through the city centre it dawned on me, as a woman i spend a lot (more than i should) on beauty products. I'm a self confessed make up whore, yet i always look like a bag of crap.
I think iv spend so much time working on my body i.e., neck down, i totally forget about my head and clothes. i mean iv been working out in a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms that have rips on the legs (self cut for ease of removal over a fresh tattoo)..
..why haven't i binned these monstrosities? that teamed with a lovely washed out black sports top, iv scrapped my hair into a badly brushed pony tail and the make up is non existent..i then wonder why i feel like a bag of crap??
let me tell you a secret though, no one at my gym gives a shit!!! its true, its amazing i can turn up wearing this shit and no one bats an eye lid as long as you get your work out done, its fine.
iv been to corporate gyms or hell on earth as i like to think of them. You know where the latest Nike shoes elevate your gym swag, your no one with out one of those FitBit things telling you when to drink, pooh and sleep..
how can you work out and maintain your freshly quaffed Toni&Guy hair....its beyond me. i leave looking like a ball of crap, set on fire and beaten out with a stick, but i like it.
any way i did crumble under the pressure, i purchased my self new trackies and new shorts cos its getting warmer.....no they are not Lulu Lemon.

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