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Why I Love and Hate My Yoga Pants

Why I Love and Hate My Yoga PantsKelly is a recovering overachiever and serial entrepreneur who can be found writing at Wine Down Lounge. This post was originally featured there. If you can relate – consider stopping by to see what else she’s been up to.

It’s that time of year when we reluctantly shed the comfort of layers on our middle age bodies and face sleeveless shirts, shorts and (gulp) bathing suits. Today I chose the lessor of those evils and threw on a pair of white shorts. They blend into my incredibly pale legs; except for the age spots that I swear are taking on the shape of a wine bottle. All I need is a sharpie and I’ve got the tattoo I always wanted.

I was hoping for another month before it was too warm to get away with wearing my trusted yoga pants. Yoga pants are the best and worst thing to happen for women in the last twenty years. They saved us from bulky sweat pants with elastic waist and ankles, a less than desirable look for short plump women like myself. Yoga pants led the way to active-wear and a whole new way of dressing casual/cute. And they do exactly what they were designed to do – comfortably stretch over my stomach, thighs and bottom while my body expands. Too bad it’s not from any Downward Facing Dog or Warrior poses, but just spending the better part of my free time in them. So much time that I forgot about self-control and moderation (when it comes to food – wine doesn’t apply in this case or any for that matter). Fucking yoga pants! It’s their fault I can’t fit into my clothes.

So I headed out for a walk with my dog feeling a little down and self-conscious but it doesn’t take me long to forget the silliness of cursing my yoga pants. As we walk along the trail I begin to feel the energy of happy people on a gorgeous day. There are smiles, nods and chitchat about how cute my dog is and what a beautiful day we are having. I realize people have a lot more things to do with their day than notice my chalky legs and wiggling upper arms. I imagine when the time comes to move on from this world; the topic of my saggy body won’t come up at the funeral. My friends could probably find a witty way to work it into the eulogy though.

As I breathe in the spring air I decide to buck the usual self-recrimination for a kinder, gentler mindset. One of the few things I like about getting older is the humble experience of perspective. Maybe remembering to be kinder towards my flaws – real or imagined – is one way to actually achieve moderation and self-control. Not to mention the favor I did my waistline with a really long walk. It’s certainly better for me than blaming my yoga pants.

Kelly Nolan

Kelly Nolan is a red wine lover, recovering overachiever and serial entrepreneur. At age 50 she left behind a successful but burned out life and moved to Napa Valley. There she rejuvenated her soul, drank a fair amount of wine and worked hard expanding her waistline. Now back home in Texas she launched Wine Down Lounge - a blog and podcast full of uncorked conversations about navigating midlife with a sense of humor and a glass of wine. Follow her and her funny sidekick Gretchen at www.winedownshow.com , Like us on Facebook and follow us on Instagram @winedowndallas.

Kelly Nolan

Kelly Nolan is a red wine lover, recovering overachiever and serial entrepreneur. At age 50 she left behind a successful but burned out life and moved to Napa Valley. There she rejuvenated her soul, drank a fair amount of wine and worked hard expanding her waistline. Now back home in Texas she launched Wine Down Lounge - a blog and podcast full of uncorked conversations about navigating midlife with a sense of humor and a glass of wine. Follow her and her funny sidekick Gretchen at www.winedownshow.com , Like us on Facebook and follow us on Instagram @winedowndallas.

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Jeanne Tapp

Sunday 29th of May 2016

great job! I just had a similar conversation with myself this morning - berating myself about hating some part of my body all my adult life - my 'love handles' that have turned into a rubber tire fit for tubing down the river and what were once lovely shaped calves that have gravitated to thunder thighs that need to be hidden. Enough! I am who I am. Thank you for helping me see that.

Kelly Nolan

Tuesday 31st of May 2016

You are welcome Jeanne! And thank you for following. Cheers!

Andrea Nolan

Sunday 29th of May 2016

Kelly, so enjoyed your written word. Your story is amusing and you poke fun yourself in such a good way. I look forward to reading more of your blogs. Your Aunt Andi

Kelly Nolan

Tuesday 31st of May 2016

Thanks Andi! Appreciate it:)

Gretchen

Friday 27th of May 2016

Those pants are for yoga?!?

Sandstress

Friday 27th of May 2016

Great blog and podcast from Wine Down Lounge! Kelly's perspective is always riddled with humor and truth! Easily relatable and and fun to read and/or listen to! You go girl !

Summer

Friday 27th of May 2016

Thanks for the perspective, Kelly- I feel the same love/hate relationship with my yoga pants.

Kelly Nolan

Friday 27th of May 2016

You are welcome Summer and thanks for following!

Cheers, Kelly

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