In response to my last post, I should add life advice to myself: 4. Get out of your sweatpants. I had a long hard weekend last weekend that left me feeling a little lame. Ok, a lot lame. I taught my 6am bootcamp on Friday morning, trained with a client, taught 2 classes over lunchtime and then was supposed to have  a massage. My massage was canceled, so I just changed out of my workout clothes and instead of doing something productive with my day, I put on a different pair of sweats and started baking. I've decided I'm going to try a new recipe every week because I love to cook and in the past I never took time out for myself to enjoy cooking and cook new goodies for myself. Normally I only bake fun things if I have a reason, but I decided that's stupid--I deserve good food too even when I have no one to share it with!
     So I baked all day long. Finally, at 5:30pm I changed out of my sweats and put on jeans to go to First Friday Ladies' Night with my girlfriends. I thought I was going to take these awesome Nutella Stuffed Chocolate Chip Cookies topped with sea salt, but I used gluten free flour and then it all flattened across the pan. #fail.

As you can see, I still ate a large chunk. Tastes awesome, but not really presentable to take out in public and serve to friends. I froze the rest of it and plan to crumble it and top frozen yogurt with it :)--you know I'd never throw away cookies.

  I made Raspberry Dark Chocolate Banana Bread to take to the party instead. #excellent.

     So, I changed out my sweats for jeans, my mom came and we rode to meet my friends to ride to ladies' night. Half way down the highway, my car sounded like it was going to blow up and there was construction for miles. Cars were bumper to bumper and we're going 30 mph. Screw that. My mom and I turned back home. I was out of my sweats for, maybe, an hour. We ate, hung pictures in my apartment that have been waiting to be hung for a month now, and I was in bed reading by 9pm.

     Saturday, I put on my yoga pants, glorified sweatpants, and worked from 8am-7pm. I put on jeans to watch the Husker game from 7:15-11:15pm at a friend's house and was home in bed by 11:30.

I realize some weekends you need to recover from life and hang at home in your sweats--clearly, I have no problem being that loser every once in a while. However, if you want to experience the world, you need to put on real pants and get out in it. Now to take my own advice!