All Paths Are Good Paths

The grass was a shade of green I’d never seen before. Somewhere between mint and turquoise. The sun was just peaking through the Irish cloud cover and the soft dew was beginning to dry up. I didn’t know what time it was but it also didn’t matter. My family was vacationing at a friend's house on a tiny tidal island off the west coast of Ireland. Think the scenery from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince near that cave filled with weird zombie things.

Luckily for me, on this early morning hike, I encountered no zombies. Just endless rabbits. I walked out into the middle of the island where a small freshwater lake gleamed. Around me were hundreds of rabbits digging holes and jumping to and fro. I sat in the grass and picked a few wildflowers. I was just finishing my time studying abroad in London, had just come to terms with my lesbian-ness, and felt very lost.

I was about to graduate college with an art degree from a state school. No real idea of what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to help people but how? And through what job? I got up and started to walk but quickly stopped. I didn’t know which way to go. Paralyzed, I looked down the two paths before me: one toward the ocean, then other further inland. As an angsty teen coming to terms with my impending adulthood, I couldn’t make a choice. What if there was something inland that I would miss by heading toward the water? What if I got a job that wasn’t right for me? What if I came out to my family and they didn’t like it? Or what if they really liked it and became super embarrassingly involved in PFLAG or something?

Right at that moment of over thinking, a black and white dog ran perpendicular to both paths. As I found out later, his name was Rex and he belonged to the only year round island inhabitant. He ran all around in front of me clearly chasing a rabbit. This surprising appearance broke me out of whatever funk I was in. I realized that of course I’d miss something if I choose either path. But why choose a path at all?

I confidently set out through the grass between the two paths. Rex and I followed rabbits and dug holes for the whole day. I found ruins and crabs by the ocean. Befriended a donkey and waded out into the lake.

Did I miss things on the journey? Of course. Did that mean I didn’t enjoy it? No! I had an amazing time. Through this experience I learned for the first time that every life decision I was going to make would be right for me and therefore the best decision. Thinking that there was an overarching CORRECT CHOICE had paralyzed me into indecision. Freeing myself to choose based on that moment and what felt right was the best life change I could have ever made.

Do I make mistakes? Oh yes. But do I see and learn amazing things after each decision? Oh yes. I hope you can shake the paralysis of indecision and move forward on whatever path/non-path you choose.

Me the day after this realization. That's a hawk. I feel pretty cool in this picture...

Me the day after this realization. That's a hawk. I feel pretty cool in this picture...


Elizabeth Terry is the COO of Sassy Pants. Her job is to make decisions and take action. She's passionate about helping people and making sure everything goes smoothly. She's excited about Sassy Pant's mission to help women move forward toward whatever goal they have. Follow her on Twitter!

Sanctuary of Differences

The people we surround ourselves with have a huge impact on our wellbeing. These communities can build us up or make us feel terrible about ourselves or anywhere in-between. I have found myself part of a variety of communities, some more positive than others and the effects of these interactions can be profound and lasting.

Sandy was my best friend in my first show, Annie. We were inseparable! (I made some great people friends too).

Sandy was my best friend in my first show, Annie. We were inseparable! (I made some great people friends too).

The community that has most shaped my life wasn’t a homogenous group of people just like me. It was a community of people of all ages, shapes, sizes, and personalities that taught me just how beautiful it is that so much diversity exists and that each person is unique and has something all their own to offer. I grew up doing community theatre. I was in my first show when I was nine and I quickly knew that I found a community for me. There was even a dog!

After that first show, I continued to gravitate toward this community throughout junior high and by high school it was more like a family. As part of that community, I felt supported and valued. It was a community unlike any other I experienced as an adolescent in school, where the “goal” was to be just like each other. I looked all around my adolescent teenage girl world and just saw all of the same: Girls desperately trying to be like each other with little to no regard for celebrating what made us each different. I was lucky. I found a place where each person’s unique art was appreciated and celebrated. A sanctuary of differences that encouraged a curiosity of self, to reach further into who I was without a care in the world for what other people thought.

You can't tell in this picture, but in the second half of this show, we all ended up green-faced zombies.  

You can't tell in this picture, but in the second half of this show, we all ended up green-faced zombies.  

Beyond this lack of pressure to conform, this community was a place where often others believed in me before I believed in myself. Having that external validation when I was so insecure internally made me realize my potential. On multiple occasions I didn’t think I was good enough for a show or a dance or whatever the challenge was at the time. It was other people believing in me when I couldn’t believe in myself that kept me from throwing up my hands and not even trying. Even in the face of failure, this community celebrated the effort and empowered me to keep trying.

Sure, it’s great to not need external validation, but sometimes we are in a place where we need someone else to bet on us and see our beauty because we are so blinded with what we see as glaring flaws. Being surrounded by people who see the beauty in you even when you can’t see it yourself is powerful and allows us to catch a glimpse of what other people see in us.

What happened within the arms of that seemingly misfit community continues to shape who I am and what I stand for in the world. Not only am I interested in evolving my own self with complete disregard for what other people think, but I embrace and support people who look, think, and act nothing like me.

I've never been a tall person. I remember being SO excited that I was tall enough to be an elf in this production of The Hobbit. (If you can't  find me in the photo, just look for the shortest elf)

I've never been a tall person. I remember being SO excited that I was tall enough to be an elf in this production of The Hobbit. (If you can't  find me in the photo, just look for the shortest elf)

I’m not saying you need to go out and join a theatre group or even that all are as positive an experience as I had. I got lucky and found a supportive community. I have been changed deeply by the people I surround myself with and that has driven me to want to create that space for other women. Sassy Pants is a community for women of all walks of life to interact with and support each other through our journeys. In a world where there is so much pressure to conform to what other people tell us is beautiful we need communities that looks at each person and sees the raw, unaltered beauty that already exists.

With a zeal for all things baked goods and puzzles, Tamara leads our Wellness Team here at Sassy Pants. She's driven to understand and help people right as they are. She's got a big heart for people (and Lego Batman) and a love of all things science. 

No, We're Not Starting With A Medium

“We’re thinking the best way to do this is to start with a size medium, see how that does, and then make sizes a little bigger and smaller from there”

 And THAT is when we’re done with the conversation.

This is a direct quote from one of the dozen phone calls that we had with potential designers and manufacturers regarding our vision of what Sassy Pants will be. They were referring to our plan of providing a huge spectrum of sizes and shying away from the idea that women on both ends of the spectrum needed athletic apparel to fit their bodies right now. They were barely interested in dipping their toes into the waters of inclusivity.

While some might ask why this phrase was particularly off-putting to us, you first have to understand what it’s like to be forgotten and/or purposely left out.

We all wear clothes. As a society, it’s a basic thing we’ve decided is a must-have. And for quite a long time, we’ve been pushed as women to do whatever it takes to move closer to the “ideal” body type. We’ve struggled, dieted, and cruelly restricted our bodies to finally get where we’re “supposed” to be. We know the feeling of walking around a store filled with beautiful things and being told (sometimes out loud by the staff) that we’re too big for anything in the store, that our body is not worth companies making anything pretty. All of those experiences tell us our body is bad and that we are physically wrong for existing.

I don’t blame fashion retailers of the past. I know that you’ve got to make money and catering to S/M/L sizes is a simpler, easier road to travel. In the world of clothing it’s easy to just make clothes that you know will fit an overserved portion of the population.

But what about those who are underserved or even completely unserved by the current offerings of the fashion industry? It’s not easy and it’s not simple. In fact, for athletic apparel, there are specific boundaries that have been set for the size of bodies allowed to shop. Retailers and designers have a hard time wrapping their head around offering athletic apparel for women who don’t already “look” athletic. Most places that offer athletic apparel only go up to a 2XL or 3XL, with a small few going up to a 5XL. This is not acceptable.

Our vision is a road less never traveled. Our concept of changing clothes and radical sizing inclusivity just doesn’t exist. Yet. We’re committed to doing something that the rest of the industry just won’t do - making athletic apparel for a size XXS through a 7XL. 

Turning this vision into reality isn’t easy.. In fact, it comes with a lot of hard work and very specific attention to detail for each size. We’re committed to learning about the shape of the body and the challenges of each size. We care about the woman wearing our clothing more than the number we sold this month.  

So while our first product will exclusively be pants, we’re not going to stop there. We’ve got a queue of ideas and products ready to be created with you in mind, no matter your size. We know that you might be struggling to find all the pieces of an athletic wardrobe for wherever you are and we want to help you with that.  

And to be clear, our vision is not to be the next Lane Bryant or Lululemon. We have no desire to widen the chasm that already exists between us as sisters who exist in this world with different shapes, sizes, and weights. In fact, it’s our goal as a company to empower women and to eliminate the negativity we might see when we are drawn into comparing ourselves to other people. Sure, some of us are a size 00, while some of us are a size 34. But we can and should exist together in a friendly, encouraging space.

So we’re not dipping our toes into inclusivity. We’ve jumped all in - excited to serve and celebrate you and your body just as you are.

Nancy's convinced that powerful change for good happens when you rally your most trusted lady friends and make a few dozen Google Docs. When she's not training for a triathlon or marathon, she enjoys a night at home with the world's largest bowl of popcorn, a bottle of wine, and Season 2 of the West Wing.

White Water Rafting

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Everyone in the boat braced for impact. The rapid was small but mighty. The water splashed up over the sides and knocked the wind out of everyone at once, chilling us to the bone. The summer in Montana was warm so at a quiet part of the river we all jumped in and swam around, shivering amidst the glacial runoff of the Yellowstone River. Teeth chattering, we smiled at each other. Rafting quickly became one of my favorite activities.

As you may know, I recently decided to start a business with my best friends. It was half on a whim and half the culmination of a great deal of strategic thought and rumination. Starting a business is a little bit like agreeing to go white water rafting. You imagine it to be nothing but exhilaration and excitement. But as you suit up, grab your paddle (that feels way too small for the task at hand), and meet your first rapid, the real risks begin to crystalize.

I’m not an adrenaline junkie. I don’t do anything that’s too extreme in the pursuit of fun. In fact, most of my entertainment occurs within the walls of my apartment. But I LOVE river rafting. I get so excited in the moments leading up to a new challenging rapid. Paddling as fast as we can as a team to get in the exact right position to tackle the next obstacle. I’m sure you can see the metaphor here.

The paddle is our toolkit to approach each new challenge and position ourselves to be successful. The raft is our baby of a company and everyone in the boat is our immediate team, board of directors, advisors, mentors, and broader community. The river is the unpredictable world of Business.

Last November when we formally met as a team for the first time, we felt the power of our idea. We knew we needed to make it happen. That raft was hitting the water. I remember feeling the electric buzz in my brain at all the amazing potential upon which we were perched.

Then came the rapids. So many rapids. This was a river none of us had ever forged before. So we met with more experienced people, had endless meetings, and read everything we could get our hands on. In early December, it was clear we needed a much bigger and better paddle. Our instincts were good but we needed specific knowledge and skills to get our positioning right. As the member of the team who compulsively goes back to school (already have a Masters in Education), I applied to Business School.

Again, it was on a whim but also exactly what I needed to do. I got into the only school I applied to (thankfully, with a hefty scholarship offer) and we were off to the races!

One of the scholarships I received for my MBA is from The Forte Foundation, a non-profit organization dedicated to supporting women in business. This past weekend was the 2017 Forté Foundation Conference in Seattle, Washington. If you ever can attend this conference, do it. Do not hesitate. It was amazing. Yes, I met countless amazing women and learned so much about the experience of women in Fortune 500, investment banking, operations, supply chain management, marketing, and startups; but it also fundamentally changed my entire outlook on who I am.

I’ve always identified as an introvert. It was almost a badge of honor. I’M AN INTROVERT. I would announce it in social settings to somehow absolve me of any responsibility to fully engage in conversation. I didn’t have to bring my whole self to the room because I was an Introvert™. Then I read The End of Average by Todd Rose (read it, it’s amazing). It convinced me that Myers-Briggs was a load of crap and we’re all situational in our reactions to life. I’m closed off in some situations and gregarious in others. Just like...everyone. For the past year or so, this realization just floated in my mind without any real purpose until this week.

I was convinced I was terrified of networking events, crippled by the idea of meeting a lot of people at once, pained to my very core. All because I tell myself that I’m shy: “I was born an introvert and my brain isn’t wired to like people.” What? That’s Crazy Town. If you ask my friends, I’m a confident, driven, smart person who partakes in passionate discourse. But I never saw that until now. What’s stopping me from being that person with everyone? Nothing! I must get out of my own way.

So many experiences at this conference showed me exactly that. From meeting my future classmates and having genuine, productive conversations that are foundations for incredible collaborative relationships to pitching myself and this start up to recruiters and potential funders from companies like Amazon, Whirlpool, Accenture, and Deloitte. People’s faces lit up as I spoke. And more than their receptivity to it, I enjoyed myself. I liked it. By the end the leader of my program said, “You’re so comfortable doing this.” Who? Me? What? No… but yeah, it didn’t feel difficult anymore.

For the past eight months of working formally with Sassy Pants CEO Nancy, I’ve admired her ability to just walk up to someone and start a conversation. She’s best friends with the whole room in a matter of minutes. I’ve even been envious of it.

At the 2017 Forté conference, Susan Erchler gave a keynote presentation. She’s amazing. She was a sales executive in corporate America who also climbed the tallest mountain on every continent. Yeah.

She told a story about her second attempt to summit Mount Everest. She met the only other American woman to do it that year at basecamp. That woman was conveniently named Nancy. As Susan got to the last resting point before ascending the last 1400 feet to the top of Mount Everest, she was so bone tired and she wanted to quit. So she told herself after each step, “If Nancy can do it, I can do it.”

So, if Nancy can do it, I can do it. I’ve got my paddle, my raft, and my team. Let’s go.

A Place To Belong

But I quickly realized that as a queer woman, I was not the target demo.
This place, like most places, was meant for men.  
— Elizabeth Terry

Last weekend was Capitol Pride in Washington, DC. I’ve lived in the DC area for 15 years and known I was a lesbian for 8 of those. But I’ve never been to DC Pride. 

It didn’t actually click in my head that I was gay until I was 21 years old! It made so much sense! I had such intense and short female friendships in high school ending in de facto break ups! I had a poster of half-naked Gillian Anderson on my wall. I was G-A-Y!

I quickly found my chosen family in the gay community; a feeling I’d been chasing for two decades. I felt part of something. The logical extension of this would be attending Pride, right? Not for me. I much prefer board games and cooking at home with my friends and pup. 


But in 2011 I decided that I really should experience Pride. I happened to be in Los Angeles that summer and my friend and I decided we would explore Pride in West Hollywood. We got dressed in our most colorful outfits and drove down Santa Monica Blvd. The sight of all the rainbow flags and outfits and street signs made us happier as we got closer. Now, don’t get me wrong, it was fun. I enjoyed the people watching and the entertainment of it all. But I quickly realized that as a queer woman, I was not the target demo. This place, like most places, was meant for men.   

We left Pride after only one drink and didn’t feel the need to return the next day for the parade (We streamed it in bed with take out). I felt like Pride was both not meant for me as a gay woman; it was just a place companies could promote their brand and how amazing they were for simply being at Pride. Even 6 years ago, Pride felt very sponsored by… [insert beer company here].  

I wasn’t welcome but I also didn’t want to be there. I felt no ill will toward the idea of Pride and still harbor no issue with it. It’s just not my community or space. I’m sure tons of gay ladies LOVE pride and I’m beyond happy it’s there for them. But the experience stayed with me as a perfect example of how alienating even “inclusive” events can be for gay and queer ladies like me. 

My wife Erin and I out for a run. She's the best. 

My wife Erin and I out for a run. She's the best. 

This feeling of being welcome in “gay spaces” is often hard to quantify or even describe. Women in the LGBTQ+ world need just as much support as men, but the options we have are limited. Try finding a lesbian cruise company, travel agent, gym, or billboard. LGBTQ+ representation in advertising is rarely women and even more infrequently transwomen or women of color in the community.

This is one of the reasons Sassy Pants is such an important endeavor to me. Lesbian woman are 65% more likely to be at an unhealthy weight than straight women of the same background and geographic location. Why is that? We don’t feel welcome or represented in the fitness and wellbeing community. When we say “clothing for every body” we really mean “every.” Whether we’re butch or femme or in between, finding a gym or club or team that makes us feel welcome, confident, and valued is difficult. Supporting LGBTQ+ women of color, intentionally including transwomen, is a major part of what Sassy Pants aims to do. We want to be a place women of all identities can gather to encourage each other, get support, and get some badass pants that change with our ever changing bodies.

***Note Really Well: Transwomen are women.***

Elizabeth Terry is a former DC public school teacher with a Masters in Special Education. She works on the Sassy Pants Operations Team and loves TV shows set in Washington, D.C.

Break the Stigma

In recognition of Mental Health month, we here at Sassy Pants are educating ourselves further. We’re intentionally being more thoughtful about mental illness and the effects on individuals and communities, making sure we are purposeful with the language we use and the way we act.

Stigma is an ugly part of our communities that we have the ability to change. Thanks to the National Alliance on Mental Illness, we have so much information at our finger tips on how to better ourselves to eliminate the stigma of mental illness.  

According the U.S. Surgeon General, stigma is a public health concern that can lead people to “avoid living, socializing or working with, renting to, or employing” individuals with mental health conditions. Because of this stigma, those affected by mental illness have to deal with some of the following issues:

  • Bullying, discrimination, rejection
  • Perceived to be irresponsible or lack decision making abilities
  • Being seen as “other” or “less than”
  • Expected to be dangerous
  • Harder time finding a job or safe housing  

Reinforcing these stigmas doesn’t help make anyone healthier. In fact, it wastes precious time and challenges recovery.

What can I do about this?

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You might be thinking: “I don’t know anyone with a mental illness and I’m not doing anything terribly wrong, so I don’t need to change anything”. Chances are, you know someone that has experienced a mental health issue. The experiences of those around you are often hidden. Without open conversations it is impossible to truly know the mental health of even close friends. Folks all around us are scared to share their stories of mental illness because of this exact stigma. And sure, chances are you’re not actually doing anything terribly wrong. But when everyone starts making some small changes to how they speak and act, we can eradicate the stigma that is keeping people from healing. Here are a few ideas of how to do just that:

  • See the person, not just the condition
  • Don’t presume you know their experience if you know their condition
  • Listen to them (simple, but often overlooked)
  • Don’t tell them how to feel or that their feelings aren’t real
  • Change the words you use to talk about people with mental health conditions
  • Lead with kindness and support if you think someone is struggling
  • Share your personal experiences with mental illness

I think the most important piece of helping end the stigma about mental illness is discussing our own struggles with those around us. This month our team will share their experience with mental health.

If you are struggling right now, please reach out to friends, family, or one of the resources below.

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From the National Alliance on Mental Illness



Yay for Being Born!

See that banner up there? It hangs above the sink in our apartment. It’s a silly, hand cut sign I made for my roommate Tamara (also our Chief Wellbeing Officer) for her birthday in February. Yeah. February. It’s May now and we’re inching quickly towards June. It’ll probably stay up until we leave our little home here because: 1) We’re both short and taking this down would be a whole thing and 2) It makes us happy.

Each day since that little birthday celebration, it has turned into a different sort of banner to us. When we drag ourselves to the kitchen in the mornings to groggily get coffee, it’s a reminder that we’re alive and we need to wake up to the world around us. When we come home from the end of a long and/or frustrating day where things didn’t quite go as we planned, it’s a reminder to celebrate and have gratitude for what we have now. This banner made from leftover scraps of paper has accidentally become a positive cornerstone of our little home. It’s helped shift my perspective from cynicism to optimism.

Do you keep reminders around your home/car/office that help ground you or give you peace? What words or phrases center help turn your day around? Let us know on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook!

Nancy's convinced that powerful change for good happens when you rally your most trusted lady friends and make a few dozen Google Docs. When she's not training for a triathlon or marathon, she enjoys a night at home with the world's largest bowl of popcorn, a bottle of wine, and Season 2 of the West Wing.

How to Be a Human When Things Go to Shit

Life has a fantastic way of knocking the shit out of you without any fair warning. And along with that cruelty comes only a certain amount of sick days, limiting the amount of time you can stay in bed moping, watching The Crown, and wishing you were born into an inherited life. That reality punch to the gut can knock you out for a while.

Besides begging the world to open up and swallow you whole, how do you come back from that? How do you get out of bed and be a member of the world again? The rug was pulled out from under me recently and (spoiler) I survived. I’m starting to pick things up again. I can’t be the only person who has ever felt like this, so I wanted to share some things that were specifically healing for me. Maybe you’ll find them useful, too.

  • Rally Your People. Really, this should be the first step in all things you do. Tell them what’s going on. Tell them how you’re feeling. And then let it sit. They will take it from there. You have a tribe for a reason. I call them my Life Committee and we try to move in this messy world together. That’s the magic word. Together. I can’t count the number of times they’ve told me Truth in ways that has soothed my often cynical soul. That while it’s painful to bring things into the light, holding hands and walking into it together is the best way to move forward. This vulnerability will steel your friendship and you’ll fall in love with them all over again.
  • Take Care. The last thing you want to do is to get up and do something productive. You want to lay and marinate in what you believe is the Great Fatality of your life. But I promise you, it’s not. The idea of Going To Work (capitalized bc sweet baby jesus that sounds impossible) can be big and daunting and you don’t want to do it. So don’t focus on that first. Just focus on doing the next right thing and award yourself gold stars along the way. You got up! Gold Star. You took a shower! Gold star. You put clothes on that weren’t pajamas! Gold star. Soon, you’ll be to work. Yeah, it’ll still suck, but you’re getting back into the swing of things. And let’s be real, burning all those PTO days isn’t going to be fun when you have none left. So take care of yourself, one right thing after the other.
  • Do Something For Someone Else. On my Odysseus quest to get my ass out of bed and to work, I fulfilled my basic Millennial duty of giving Starbucks my money. Because let’s be real. On days like this, making breakfast is a whole thing. I grabbed an iced tea and a bagel. But before I finished my order I noticed a lemon loaf that I remembered one of my dear coworker/friends absolutely loves. So I picked it up as a surprise to make her happy. Seeing her surprise at the small token of someone thinking about her made my day. She felt loved and it reminded me that the world exists outside of whatever bullshit is happening in my space. It felt good to be loving to someone else, most especially if it takes the form of a lemon loaf.
  • Move. No, not in the way that you move to Madagascar and start over (although DREAMS). I mean in the way of moving your body. And I know, you guys. This can be the hardest. I get to this part of the Becoming Human Process and perform a Michael Phelps Olympic gold medal performance eye roll. MOVE MY BODY?! This vessel that I’m stuck in?? This thing can’t fix me or make me feel better! Ok so listen for a half a second. Your body is what holds all of these emotions you’re feeling. It holds your brain and your blood and your heart and a bunch of other shit that you’ll need to ask Tamara about. The body knows when something is wrong and knows how to fix it. But you have to do your part. I’m not asking you to run a marathon, just do something intentional with your body. Sit and meditate, stretch, do yoga, walk, swim, hike, whatever. Feeling better requires the biggest natural healing mechanism that we have - our bodies. I encourage you to summon every morsel of effort and to move your body. The next right things will become so obvious and hurdling over them will not seem like Everest anymore.
  • Appreciate. I don’t want to say “Count Your Blessings”, because (vomit) cliché. But I do want to say that shifting your focus from whatever you’ve built up as a catastrophe to the things that you already have is helpful. It will humble you and put a smile on your face and help you (again) do the next right thing. Get a piece of paper and a pen. Set the timer on your phone for 5 minutes and start writing a list of the things that you’re glad are in your life. Put. Everything. Down. From your spouse to a piece of chocolate, whatever makes you happy, write it down. If nothing else, you’ve spent 5 minutes of your day soaking in all of the things that bring you joy. It’s magic, I promise, and will make you look at your situation with some more perspective.

A word about this list: I know that some Life Things are bigger than others. Health, relationships, jobs, money, the list goes on. It’s unpredictable and can be scary. In no way do I want to compare my scars to yours (but if you want to share, that would be brave and helpful to others). What I do want to do is to make sure you know you're not alone. Going back and fixing things isn’t always possible. You only have now and what will become now soon. Do what is good for you and do what you can to get yourself to the next right thing. I promise you’ll be part of of the world again.

Nancy's convinced that powerful change for good happens when you rally your most trusted lady friends and make a few dozen Google Docs. When she's not training for a triathlon or marathon, she enjoys a night at home with the world's largest bowl of popcorn, a bottle of wine, and Season 2 of the West Wing.

TV Workout: Superstore!

Superstore (Thursdays at 8/7c on NBC) is a laugh a minute comedy that will give you a great ab workout on its own! If you’re looking for something a little bit more intense while you binge the latest episodes, try this Superstore TV workout!

Any time:

  • They are all in the break room - 5 squats
  • Jonah tries to impress Amy - 10 leg raises
  • Glenn tries to cheer someone up - 5 tricep dips
  • Jonah attempts to fix something - 10 mountain climbers
  • There is a crazy customer - 3 burpees
  • Dina says/does something crazy - 10 heel raises
  • Glenn gets flustered - 10 jumping jacks
  • Garrett makes an announcement - 10 high knees
  • Glenn says something religious - 10 bicycle crunches
  • Cheyanne mentions her baby - 5 seconds of child's pose

If you're binge watching on Amazon Prime Video or Hulu, we suggest playing for a couple episodes then take an episode off! There's really nothing better than America Ferrera (she's a Triathlete too! Check out her excellent article in The New York TimesInstagram, and Triathlete Magazine story!)


With a zeal for all things baked goods and puzzles, Tamara leads our Wellness Team here at Sassy Pants. She's driven to understand and help people right as they are. She's got a big heart for people (and Lego Batman) and a love of all things science.