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Waterwear Making Me Feel…almost atheletic

I’m in full Christmas mode.

It might seem a little out of season to be thinking of swimwear or yoga wear but I find that the fall season is probably when I tend to pretend to or intend to exercise the most (otherwise I’m sitting at my desk getting through kids’ Halloween candy).

The marketing of UCFIT Under Cover Waterwear is pretty simple really: workout clothes that can be fashionable when you haven’t quite made it out to exercise. So you can look like you are about to do it–even when you haven’t. Maybe it’s part of that notion that if you look the part you can be the part. I love the concept behind the line. Moms do often put themselves last–especially for exercise. Why not be ready for it any moment you can squeeze it in?

UCFit Under Cover WaterWear is also a new (ish) concept in swimwear–modest–swimwear. Showing less on the beach instead of more. When I was asked to check them out I was totally intrigued. Clearly not every woman (self included) wants to head out to the beach in a bikini. Half the time I head to the beach I wear old leggings, which make me feel more comfortable while I’m out there–and more protected from the sun. UCFits clothing are UPF 50+–meaning 98% of UV rays aren’t hitting my skin when I’m out. And that doesn’t matter if it’s at the beach or on the sidewalk.

I tried the black leggings with swim skirt in the photo. So far I’ve worn it three times this week. From far away you wouldn’t even know it was swimwear or active wear. It was super comfortable and paired nicely with a shirt and later with a sweater when I was too lazy to change to a whole new outfit when going out for dinner. I could have—since all of their line is meant to get wet as well—worn this to the beach as well and gone in the water. I’ll have to try out one of the tops to see how that works for me but the bottoms were quite nice. Fit without feeling like everything was sucked in without the ability to breathe. It’s probably one time that something designed for moms doesn’t feel like you’re wearing ‘mom’ clothes.

The thing is the psych out totally worked on me. While I was in my office typing away and usually feeling like my tush is spreading in the chair, I got up and got down and did my stretches. I did a few minutes on my stair stepper in the corner. Usually I am dependent on an exercise buddy to drag me out into the daylight. But there I was doing my own thing and feeling healthier. Also with the psych out? I couldn’t eat bad things for me in it. Okay, so I might just be super impressionable.

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After the throw…

It took me awhile to figure out just what throwing chanclas should be. At first I thought parenting parody but perhaps the joke would be far too on the inside. Also. There’s other places for that.

But then I thought I’m looking at things all wrong. I always responded to the chancla as a kid. That is um ducking and hoping the wrath of my mother went to my brother’s ass instead. But hey, I’m a parent. And I love my chanclas. I also love my peace and quiet when those little cochinos are in their rooms or outside. Hmmm…

So instead? I dedicate this site Throwing Chanclas to the moment after it’s thrown. No regret. Everyone out of the house and I can watch my endless Project Runway episodes in peace and if one of those horrible whiners make fashion week? Well I’ll throw a chancla at the screen (actually I won’t–I love that screen).

It’s that moment when they just ate all your food and it’s better than your mother-in-laws but those *&^%$ kids didn’t throw the trash or unload the dishwasher and no shame they didn’t even say thank you. So throw the shoe. Get them out of there. Clean up listening to whatever band you like and not what your daughter is forcing you to listen to.

In the peace of that moment is time for the mother of the house. It’s the time when I dress for me. It’s the time when I put on lipstick because I want it on. The husband comes home. Who is all this gussying up for? Me, damn it. It’s for me.

Because I might be 47? But I don’t want to look like I gave up, because I haven’t. And why should any of us? I mean we Gen Xers are squeezed out as it is.

So I re-dedicate Throwing Chanclas to all those moms who are still rocking their look and don’t care if they embarrass their kids by doing their own thing.