The other day the weather was warm enough that I needed to pull out my shorts. Typically this day is met with groans, depression, self-loathing and eating whatever comfort food I have in my pantry. As you can tell, I dread this day. I immediately start doing lunges like somehow 35 lunges at one time will give me a supermodel butt and give me a thigh gap. Lunges that remind me of every bit of frozen yogurt I have emotionally eaten and now regret. As I go down my thighs scream at me that I should have taken care of them better. I can tell you that after 3 years of sweating to try and get into shorts, the squats, etc, none of this works. You just end up at the nearest ice cream store. Well, NOT this year! Wahoo!
This year I actually fit into shorts that I didn’t fit into at the end of last summer. Yes! I realize that in the grand scheme of life that isn’t a massive thing but I’ve learned to celebrate the little things. Celebrate that for once in my life I didn’t feel the need to do 35 desperate lunges. NOPE! Get outta here regret! Anyway, now I just have to work on getting a spray tan and I will be set for spring.