Leotard Schmeotard

As all three of my faithful readers may recall, a while back I was complaining about being in America and being fat.

Yeah, I know, basically the same thing.

But after taking the first step to admit I had a problem I decided that instead of eating another handful of Peanut M&Ms to numb the pain maybe this time I should do something about it. So I did.

Being in a zealous state of mind, I signed up for a Yoga class and also a Ballet/Pilates class. I've done yoga off and on for the last few years and I really enjoy it. I always take the beginner classes because I am neither consistent enough nor zen enough to get serious about the yoga. I do it to relax and I highly recommend it.

A good "Om" can do wonders for your state of mind.

However, the Ballet/Pilates was a new one for me. I've heard amazing things about pilates from friends that have seen results and it seems a bit like yoga on speed so why not kick it up a notch? At the same time, like Julie Gong, I've always loved to dance and have taken a ballet class or two in my time. So I thought ballet + pilates. Right on.

So this morning I called the studio to find out where I needed to go tonight and if there were any special shoes or mats or anything I needed to bring. I was a bit shocked when they told me on the voicemail that "All females should wear a leotard and tights."

Are you kidding me? A leotard and tights? Sure, it's a ballet studio but this is a fitness class, not a BALLET class per se. It's for part time exercisers to mix it up.

And by "part time exercisers" I mean fat Americans.

Not only do I not want to be seen in a leotard in public, I don't really want to see others in a leotard. It's OCTOBER. In the PACIFIC NORTHWEST. People have been adding their 'extra layer' for a good month now and none of us were that great to begin with.

Besides, I don't think I need to be investing my hard earned drinking money in a leotard. That just seems counterintuitive.

Needless to say, I will be wearing my standard work out outfit of yoga pants and an old t-shirt from my brief stint on my office flag football team. I can only hope that others choose to do the same because really, no one wants to see this: