I pee more, I blame Lululemon.
I have a physical addiction, I blame Lululemon.
I have poor hygiene, I blame Lululemon.
I need marriage counseling, I blame Lululemon.
Confused? Allow me to break this down . . .
I own a stylish, sleek water bottle compliments of Lulu. Water stays cold for hours, possibly days. The bottle is cool to the touch and easy to sip on. It will never spill because at that price, it isn’t allowed to. I’ve been drinking a ton more water. My skin is clear, my eyes sparkly, my energy level insanely elevated. Oh, and I pee more.
When wearing Lululemon, I must sweat. I will NEVER be that mom wearing head to toe Lulu, and yet doesn’t workout. I can’t, I won’t. The only way I can wear these stylish threads is to sweat. I am physically addicted to working out and I owe it all to Lululemon.
I love the way I look in Lulu. Due to my precious Lycra wardrobe, post workout showering has become optional. I should know better. Showering is never optional. Yet this doesn’t stop me from running around town smelling like an underarm while sporting a workout outfit costing more than my prom dress.
I may need marriage counseling because of Lululemon.
My husband doesn’t get it. I understand, it’s insane. Yoga pants at $100 a pop may be a sign of the apocalypse. I don’t expect him to “get it”. I just expect him to enjoy the view. After all, the yoga pants and matching tops I wear are tighter and more form fitting than anything in my regular closet.
Sore butt, smelly armpits, and marriage counseling? Thank you Lulu, I’ve never felt better!
Namaste . . .