What sparked my memory about the swimsuit is the fact that I could barely get my jeans up over my hips this morning. Normally, I'm pretty okay with my body. But today's screaming zipper has caused me to reconsider my I'm-happy-just-being-me outlook. I'm happy to be me in my favorite jeans, not my seriously out of fashion roomy pair. I'm decidedly not happy in those. And that's what I wore today.
So. Workout time. Salad time. And I have the added burden of doing all this furtively because all the experts say to never bitch about your body in front of young girls. I agree, but I think they'll probably be on to me soon enough. "Oh, mommy just loves lettuce!" "No, I'm too full for cake!" How long they think since when?
I guess I could go with "I'm trying to be healthy," which is true. That's right. Healthy. It has nothing to do with swimsuits. Nothing.
Any short-term goals you have set for yourself?