Spring is (not quite) in my step.

Can you believe it's already March? About time, right?

I'm not sad to see February go, but feel sad it only had 28 days to share its "uary" ness. Actually, I really just feel bad for myself because starting today, March 1st, I wanted to treat myself as if it was spring and summer was only a few hours away. Somehow Spring draws pictures of swimsuits, Victoria's Secret models, and firm booties in your face. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't need my inbox to be flooded with white-sand getaways. . .

It's my fault for kicking off Day One of Spring (in my mind) with two handfuls of white chocolate chips and pasta for dinner. It's my fault for leaving the gym without a drip of sweat. But then again, it's not my fault February got cheated on # of days compared to December, January, March and April.

Hopefully by putting sugar aside and the elliptical on high, I'll be sporting this Anthro Cross Currents Bikini in no time.