Rock The Bod You’re In
With Memorial Day right around the corner, many people are digging out their swimsuits and sunscreen and gearing up for a summer full of pool days and beach trips. Others of us are trying desperately to cram into the shorts we sported a year ago– you know, the ones that obviously shrunk in the dryer. Why else wouldn’t they fit?
Between the New Year’s Resolutions of January 1st and the official start of summer on Memorial Day (May 30th this year, if you’re curious) there stands an obstacle course of temptation. Valentine’s Day and Easter are two of the most terrifying obstructions to your making good on your intentions of losing weight or getting fit. Gourmet truffles from your lover stand like barricades between you and your goals. Chocolate eggs fly like so many bullets in the war against fat. Never has the “Battle of the Bulge” seemed more dire.
So what’s a guy (or gal) to do? The way I see it, there are two options. The first is to invest in a very long sarong and an oversized T-shirt and to hide under an umbrella for the next 3 to 4 months. Well, that or move to Antarctica. Not enough frequent flyer miles for the journey? Try option two instead: stop worrying about what people think. I’m not accusing you of being Narcissus here, but exactly which model scouts do you think will be combing the shores of your nearest lake judging your body?
Rather than attempting a last minute starvation diet to fit into that “itsy-bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot” bikini (it’s okay to sing along) that’s been hanging up as motivation, return it. Buy it in your size. Or maybe buy something a bit less ridiculous than a yellow polka dot bikini. Just a suggestion.
Imagine your last trip to the beach. What can you remember? The fun time you had with your kids, the ice cream cones melting onto the sand, the wicked sunburn you brought home as a souvenir…or how much you weighed? As hard as it may be to wrap your head around it, how you look isn’t all that important in the grand scheme of things. A confident person playing beach volleyball and rocking their God-given body is way sexier than the pin-up afraid to get her hair wet in the sea. Embrace what you’ve got and enjoy your summer, or bundle up; I hear Antarctica is cold even in June.