LBs Keeping You From Rockin’ A Pair Of Guess Jeans?

Christmas 1996…

I was 16 years old and wanted 2 things, just 2 things for Christmas…

My bedroom painted black and a pair of Guess jeans.

Spoiler Alert* I didn’t get either, but I learned 2 very important life lessons…

  1. Don’t ask for dumb shit
  2. If you want something you’re going to have to go out and get it yourself

Fast forward a couple weeks…

Home and bored on winter break, my mom 20 miles away at work in the city.

What would you do?

Exactly! Invite your best friends over, buy some black spray paint, lock yourselves in your room and go to town with reckless abandonment…

Sorry lungs!

I’m not sure if I did real damage to my lungs that day but I know without a doubt I did damage to my bedroom…

All black with the exception of a poorly painted 6 ft neon yellow Nike swoosh…

Bedroom Painted Black CHECK

At that time I was working two jobs. I’d do a shift in the garden department at Kmart then walk across the street to the mall and punch the clock at Structure now Express…

But I f’in hated structure clothes. I was secretly jealous of my friend working down at Abercrombie. That was next level cool, but Guess, Guess was for rich people with boats and big sun glasses. Those jeans were like $70 PER LEG!

Had to have em…

I saved for what seemed like a lifetime til finally I had enough to go buy them myself. I still remember the feeling I got that day…

Walking in, feeling like a pauper in a palace. I didn’t belong. I wasn’t good enough…

I got to the register and froze, cold sweats and everything. Tunnel vision…Was I really going to spend this much on a pair of pants that I didn’t deserve?

I did.

And then a whole new set of problems….

How was I going to get out of the mall alive? A Guess bag?!

Wasn’t someone going to rob me for my jeans?

Looking back someone probably should have just kicked my ass for being so stupid and worrying about what everyone else thought…

Limiting beliefs are real!

Now I can look back, laugh, and learn from my 16 year old self.

I’m glad I bought them. And you can bet I wore the hell out of them for like the next 10 years, til that triangle patch on the back right butt cheek started fell off to display my now cool Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs hahaha remember those? With the big TOMMY waist band?

No? Just me?

Ok, anyway…

I was 16 and those were just some jeans that could make my butt look better…

But there’s grown ass adults in this room with limiting beliefs…

Telling themselves the same damn thing about THEIR HEALTH…

And working out in the gym…

If that’s you STOP IT!

You are good enough! You don’t have to be fit to start. You don’t have to know anything…

People won’t laugh at you. People will love and accept you. People won’t judge you…

Because we were all there once…

In fact, if you find the right gym (like Underground Athlete 🙂 the people will actually encourage you, laugh with you, and become some of your best friends…

Or future significant other…

Ya never know!

So I have this little sticker…

I keep it on my computer. It says FTSIDIA

If you find yourself spiraling into negative self talk and worrying about what everyone else thinks instead of worrying about what’s right for you, your body, and your health, I suggest you get one of those little stickers too…

It stands for “F’ this shit I’m doing it anyway”

It’s my way of remembering to stop thinking so much and Just Do It…

Pull the trigger. Get your ass to the gym. Take care of your health because you deserve it!

And the moral of the story is…

Lose the limiting beliefs. Come can train at Underground Athlete, and buy an overpriced pair of Guess jeans to give your ass the ultimate alliance.

Train smart. Train hard. Have fun and…

Rise Up
Create an amazing week!

Justin


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