Summer is upon us and I am ill-prepared.
Each year, summer seems to creep up on me with its unpleasant, disgusting heat. Likewise, I’m also ill-prepared each year for bikini season since I’m busy eating chips and drinking margaritas up until July before I realize I now have a margarita-flavored muffin top I meant to get rid of in April so I’d have a Victoria’s Secret-worthy body by May.
Unfortunately, that’s usually about the time I realize I despise working out and breaking a sweat is both excruciating and incredibly loathsome, and so I avoid it at all costs. This works wonderfully in my plan to drink more margs and eat more chips, but is sadly counter-intuitive to my model-body… unless we’re modeling the World’s Cutest Muffin Top, in which I think I have a good position in winning. Top five, for sure.