letting yourself go

How do you know when you've officially reached the point of letting yourself go? I don't think I'm there but I realized just now that I haven't shaved my legs in 3 weeks. I think that constitutes letting at least my legs go.

The only dinner I make is out of a box (okay, this has never really been any different), I live in sweatpants unless I know we have something to do and makeup will be applied to my face maybe once a week. I'm curious if I should get out of this pattern or if this whole "being my natural self" thing is the right route to take less than a year into my marriage.

In my defense I literally just left the bed where I've been writing all day and shaved my legs, it was bugging me that much.

Hmm. So now, I wonder if that does mean I haven't completely given up on myself? I still wake up every morning before seven am, shower, makeup, hair, rinse, repeat. I get ready to leave the house and go to work, as most do, but I've been told by several co-worker that I always look "ready". I wasn't sure what that meant until another day when three separate people asked me if I was going on a job interview. I work in a place that claims to be business casual with a side of "you can wear jeans". When I started there I went to Target and purchased at least four pairs of slacks, some button up shirts and endless amounts of cardigans. I really only wear the cardigans now unless I actually have an interview (which I don't, I swear, no one in my company ever leaves). So now apparently, just getting ready for the day throws me into the category of people that are interviewing for positions better than the one their currently in. When did that happen?

As I've said in several posts, I really don't have style, whatever fashion sense I have I rip off from the internet, so thank you pinterest for making my co-workers thing I dress well and haven't let myself go. They don't see me at home.

Aw, poor Zack. He gets to see me with my hair undone, usually wearing his basketball comfies and a t-shirt, unshaven legs (except for today!) and somehow he still finds me attractive. But I don't feel I should save my "ready" outfits just for those at work. I read an article (probably in Cosmo, they are always talking about how to please your man) that stated that you should wait a few hours after coming home before changing into your lounge clothes. Keep the spark alive by wearing your work best (as I call it) for your spouse. As for Zack and I, maybe one day a week, because we look far too sexy in our comfies, you have no idea.

So good that in fact, we're bringing comfies back (yeah).

Probably another post on what to do while wearing your comfies (watch tv on Netflix, duh) coming soon. Stay tuned.