Pajama Party

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Each day, as I’m driving home from work, I have one thing on my mind…

Kicking off my shoes, peeling off my tights, pulling the bobby pins out of my top knot and getting into my pajamas. Yes, at 5 p.m.

Now that the sun is fading and the air is crisp as I’m heading home each evening, it has become my new ritual – finding comfort in my pink flannel pajamas covered with images of sprinkled doughnuts. And then I’m ready for an evening of flannel pajama wearing. This includes getting cozy on the couch under a soft blanket and sipping hot tea (or guzzling wine) and getting sucked into a series on Netflix.

On nights that I have meetings or plans that take place after my usual pajama entry time, I am more than a little bummed that I have to put real clothes back on my body…and leave the house after dark.

When did I become this person? I don’t remember spending so much time in my pajamas in my 20’s. I vividly remember wearing actual clothes most of the time.

Now, pants seem to be one of the most annoying things that exist. Why don’t jeans ever fit correctly? They’re always slipping down a bit and require constant pulling to avoid unappealing body part displays. Maybe my wide hips and narrow waist were just made for flannel pants.

Because I’ve developed an aversion to pants, I’ve been wearing more dresses to work. But as the temperature drops, dresses require tights. There are days when I feel like my lower body is actually suffocating.

I can’t recall when this shift happened – when I suddenly required constant comfort.

I imagine that my boyfriend doesn’t find my constant pajama wearing to be all that sexy. But he’s kind enough to never say it out loud. Although he did question my pajama obsession when I came home with a new pair covered in slices of pizza. (I, apparently, really love pajamas covered in images of food.)

Maybe rather than questioning my changing preferences, I should just embrace it. My flannel pajamas do make me extremely happy.

But if you see me at the store wearing the doughnut pajama pants described above, please stage an intervention.

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Sara Giboney

Sara Giboney is a health coach and certified group fitness instructor living in Kearney, Nebraska. She offers one-on-one health coaching services in-person and virtually, and wellness workshops in Nebraska communities and businesses. A self-proclaimed dessert addict, Sara shares some of the recipes that satisfy her sweet tooth without sabotaging her health goals on her blog, Sweet Success. The blog features easy and nutritious recipes, healthy eating and fitness tips, at-home workouts and strategies for implementing self-care into your daily life. Connect with Sara! http://sweetsuccessbysara.com/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/saragiboney Instagram - @saragiboney Facebook - Sweet Success Blog Pinterest - Sara Giboney Google+ - Sweet Success [email protected]

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