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.