You get the point? After an epic battle with the neoprene beast, the crotch was somewhere around my knees and the neck hole was right at boob level. I don't think any amount of body glide is going to make this work. Frankly, the whole incident left me feeling a little like this:
Remember my Thanksgiving debacle ...well I am going to need to have the stomach flu for a couple of weeks to fit into that thing. My butt was on probation before, but now it is on double secret probation (and bonus points if you can name the movie). Every calorie is being counted, workouts will be more intense, I will not admit defeat! Why? I can't return that wetsuit!
It might seem more logical to just sell this wetsuit and buy a (much) bigger one. Maybe I am being ridiculous in my attempt to shed the pounds for a piece of equipment, but the truth is this is actually the kick in the pants I needed. I have been saying yes to sweets far too often, drinking grande lattes more than I should, and phoning it in at the gym. This behavior has left me a little more padded than I would like, and while it's probably great planning for the upcoming Mayan apocalypse, I just don't think it is the path I want to go down.
So I will keep you updated on Wetsuit Watch 2012. I've got about 5 months until open water starts up. Totally doable! Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some celery to eat and burpees to perform (and also I need to google burpee because I actually have no idea what they are...it just seems like something I hear skinny people talking about).
Who knows what a burpee is?
Got any first world problems you'd like to share?