Today was the first real day of spring. I spent most of my time inside of a building devoid of fresh air and had no clue how great the weather was until I emerged from said building in the afternoon. I breathed in as much air as my faulty lungs could manage then deeply exhaled and pondered my next steps. I was completely overdressed for the weather and wished I had a pair of shorts and a tee in my trunk. No such luck. But what I did have lying on the floor of the car directly behind the driver's seat were my Fit Flops. I wore them for a long ride over the weekend and later changed into a pair of pumps better suited for the events of the evening.
I bought my Fit Flops last year after hearing a disc jockey rave about the pair she had recently purchased. She carried on about how well-toned her legs were as a result of just walking her dog while wearing the shoes. She swore the shoes had tightened up sagging muscles in her calf, hips and padded bottom. I couldn't imagine what kind of fit flop could do all of this and did a Google search to see what all the hulabaloo was about. I'm not usually gullible but I admit I fell for the hype. I spent my college years trolling the campus in a pair of Birks I wore all winter and replaced each spring and figured that if the Fit Flop was half as comfortable as my beloved Arizona, it was worth a gamble.
I ordered a pair from Victoria's Secret because I happened to have a gift certificate for the online store and they happened to sell the color I wanted. Three days later my Fit Flops arrived and I couldn't wait to get them out of the box and onto my feet. I walked around the house and swore I felt the burn in my calf the disc jockey had described in her on-air experience. I didn't think I was all that impressionable but I wondered if I was unduly influenced by all of the hype around this new new shoe, the Holy Grail of open-toed shoes. So, I started wearing my Fit Flops everywhere. And it wasn't longer than a week before I had proof positive that the shoes worked. My legs looked and felt stronger and more toned. One week, no kidding and no exaggeration.
My husband teased me about my cult-like dedication to the sandal and my daughter, fashionista that she is, questioned my judgment in wearing the shoes with pretty much everything I owned, irrespective of color or style. I began to wonder if the manufacturer had secretly mixed in psychedelics with the EVA used for the outsole. Everywhere I went I extolled the virtues of the Fit Flop. A stylist at my hair salon noticed the sandal and casually asked if they were comfortable. After my 10-minute infomercial she and a few of the clients were excited about trying the pricey fitness-friendly rendition of the traditional flip-flop. I don't know how the other women fared but my newly converted stylist praised the Fit Flop for comfortably supporting her during long hours of standing and quickly joined the Fit Flop craze. This year she backordered the new Electra style and was counting down the days on a Castaway calendar until they arrived.
Not long after, my neighbor and I were talking late one evening before her flight to Vienna for an 11-day tour. She happened to mention that her list of things to do for her trip had been shortened but she hadn't gotten to a store for comfortable shoes. Well, naturally, my ears perked up and I quickly recommended my new favorite shoe. It was late, stores were closed and her flight was very early the next morning. I did what any good neighbor would do; I offered to let her take my shoes. We were the same size, after all. She declined but then decided that if it made me happy... Besides, I was waiting for a new pair to arrive in bronze. I handwashed the sandals in my laundry sink, sanitized them with Odo-Ban and delivered them to my grateful (if skeptical) neighbor.
I received word from Vienna that my neighbor loved the shoes and was very comfortable walking around the tourist districts in Vienna. She even wore them to Wiener Staatsoper. I was busily in love with the new sandals I received during her trip and insisted she keep the original pair.
Today I had that feeling all over again when I wore my Fit Flops for the ride home and later for a walk in the park with my girls. I felt that familiar burn in the back of my legs and realize now that if I had worn my beloved sandal all winter... Why, I would have buns of steel right now. Oh well!
I just ordered a pair of Electras and can't wait for them to arrive. It's the little things in life that excite me. Love my Fit Flops! And I can't wait to sport my new silver pair.
I bought my Fit Flops last year after hearing a disc jockey rave about the pair she had recently purchased. She carried on about how well-toned her legs were as a result of just walking her dog while wearing the shoes. She swore the shoes had tightened up sagging muscles in her calf, hips and padded bottom. I couldn't imagine what kind of fit flop could do all of this and did a Google search to see what all the hulabaloo was about. I'm not usually gullible but I admit I fell for the hype. I spent my college years trolling the campus in a pair of Birks I wore all winter and replaced each spring and figured that if the Fit Flop was half as comfortable as my beloved Arizona, it was worth a gamble.
I ordered a pair from Victoria's Secret because I happened to have a gift certificate for the online store and they happened to sell the color I wanted. Three days later my Fit Flops arrived and I couldn't wait to get them out of the box and onto my feet. I walked around the house and swore I felt the burn in my calf the disc jockey had described in her on-air experience. I didn't think I was all that impressionable but I wondered if I was unduly influenced by all of the hype around this new new shoe, the Holy Grail of open-toed shoes. So, I started wearing my Fit Flops everywhere. And it wasn't longer than a week before I had proof positive that the shoes worked. My legs looked and felt stronger and more toned. One week, no kidding and no exaggeration.
My husband teased me about my cult-like dedication to the sandal and my daughter, fashionista that she is, questioned my judgment in wearing the shoes with pretty much everything I owned, irrespective of color or style. I began to wonder if the manufacturer had secretly mixed in psychedelics with the EVA used for the outsole. Everywhere I went I extolled the virtues of the Fit Flop. A stylist at my hair salon noticed the sandal and casually asked if they were comfortable. After my 10-minute infomercial she and a few of the clients were excited about trying the pricey fitness-friendly rendition of the traditional flip-flop. I don't know how the other women fared but my newly converted stylist praised the Fit Flop for comfortably supporting her during long hours of standing and quickly joined the Fit Flop craze. This year she backordered the new Electra style and was counting down the days on a Castaway calendar until they arrived.
Not long after, my neighbor and I were talking late one evening before her flight to Vienna for an 11-day tour. She happened to mention that her list of things to do for her trip had been shortened but she hadn't gotten to a store for comfortable shoes. Well, naturally, my ears perked up and I quickly recommended my new favorite shoe. It was late, stores were closed and her flight was very early the next morning. I did what any good neighbor would do; I offered to let her take my shoes. We were the same size, after all. She declined but then decided that if it made me happy... Besides, I was waiting for a new pair to arrive in bronze. I handwashed the sandals in my laundry sink, sanitized them with Odo-Ban and delivered them to my grateful (if skeptical) neighbor.
I received word from Vienna that my neighbor loved the shoes and was very comfortable walking around the tourist districts in Vienna. She even wore them to Wiener Staatsoper. I was busily in love with the new sandals I received during her trip and insisted she keep the original pair.
Today I had that feeling all over again when I wore my Fit Flops for the ride home and later for a walk in the park with my girls. I felt that familiar burn in the back of my legs and realize now that if I had worn my beloved sandal all winter... Why, I would have buns of steel right now. Oh well!
I just ordered a pair of Electras and can't wait for them to arrive. It's the little things in life that excite me. Love my Fit Flops! And I can't wait to sport my new silver pair.
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