RIP, Gym Shirt, RIP

This is my favorite gym shirt.

It's big and soft and gray.

And, has a hole in the middle somewhere.

But, I forgot to draw that in.

It's also very comfortable to move around in.

Which is why it was my favorite dance shirt, back when I was able to dance.

During one of my sweaty sessions last week, I noticed that I was getting lots of weird looks.

I was puzzled by it, but not too worried, and just smiled back and ignored it.

Until I happened to glance down at myself while I was in push-up position.

My boobs were on full display to everyone across the room.

And, my hot pink sports bra wasn't doing anything to help the situation.

Apparently, the neckline of my big, roomie shirt had gotten even bigger and roomier and I hadn't noticed.

And apparently, I was wearing a sports bra that was the wrong size cause the breasteses were falling out of it.

I might as well have been planking in the nude.

Oops.

Basically, what my shirt looked like.

Versus what I THOUGHT my shirt looked like.

I guess my blood, sweat, and tears are working?

Goodbye, Favorite Gym Shirt.

You are being retired.

RIP.

This happens to everyone, right? Tell me your embarrassing gym/workout stories!

Shopping vs Exercising. Or, Hate vs Laziness

My natural state of being.

A few weeks ago, I started a new job where I have to wear conservative suits to work every day.

Since I didn't have any, I came up with the brilliant idea of going shopping with my mom.

Because I hate shopping.

My mama hates it, too. On opposite day.

This meant I could be lazy and just stand in the dressing room while my mama handed me things to try.

It was like having my own personal shopping assistant except it was my mom so we're going to call it mother-daughter bonding time.

After trying on a couple of ill-fitting suits, my mom mentions that she has a couple of suits she doesn't wear anymore and that I could have them.

And I said: Why didn't you tell me this sooner?

She then followed it up with: It might be a tad small on you. But, you could just go to the gym some more!

You might have noticed that Asians have no filter when it comes to family.

I pondered that thought for a moment:

Because as you all know:

I can be quite lazy.

But, the choices were:

Continue shopping.

And trying on clothes for who knows how long.

Or, exercising.

It was a hard decision.

My lazy side really wanted to win the internal debate.

And do neither.

But, alas.

Guess which side won?

Exercise did.

Because that's how much I hate shopping.

This might be one of the few times my extreme laziness did not win.

How about you? Which side would've won for you?

Exercise. Am I doing it wrong?

I've been going to the gym a lot lately because of this.

But also because of vanity.

The other day, after working out, I noticed something strange.

How other people look when they exercise:

Makeup in place.

Hair all coiffed.

Cute outfit on.

And then, there's me:

Cheeks flushed, hair is a mess, sweat running all over the place, and clothes that definitely do not pass for cute.

Sometimes, I wear my holey shirt to the gym.

Not holy. But, holey.

I know we're not supposed to compare ourselves to others but I couldn't help it.

I looked at the other women in the gym and I was in awe of how they do it.

But then, I noticed:

Perhaps I'm comparing myself to the wrong demographic.

In all other areas of my life I have to compete with men.

Why stop now?

Although, the sweat monster in me will win on all fronts, always.

It's a special gift I inherited from my dad.