Last week, my annual new summer swim suit came in the mail.
So adorable. Stripes and coral are my favorite trends this season, and I love that the top can be a halter or a tube top. I’m obsessed with it. Unfortunately… it doesn’t fit.
I’ve been buying the same size Victoria’s Secret swimsuit every year since college, and all of a sudden, the bottoms are cutting into my love handles. I know in my head that this particular suit just runs small, and I should just be rational and exchange it for a larger size… but I’m just not a particularly rational person. In a fit of frustration, I threw the receipt away, and vowed to lose a few pounds to make the suit fit before the pool opens in a two weeks.
Now, I hate all the pro-ana thinspiration bullshit all over Pinterest these days. I’m all about working out to be the healthiest version of you, not the skinniest one. BUT, there is nothing wrong with a little extra motivation this time of year. Especially if exam-related stress caused you to eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s on your coach while you tried not to cry into a Property Law textbook.
Now, I don’t do well on diets. I tend to get deprived easily and gorge myself after a few days. I eat fairly healthy in my every day life, though. My main tactic right now is to eat out less, drink less alcohol, and skip fewer workouts. I think it’s going pretty well so far, although even if I don’t lose any weight, the fact that I’ve done the work makes me feel better about myself regardless.
I’ll report back. Unless I find the Nutella I made Pete hide from me. Then we’ll pretend this never happened.