Summer is coming. This is what I told myself sitting in a popular Italian restaurant taking a new employee to lunch. I rationalized. Nieta, you worked out this morning. You DESERVE creamy sun-dried tomato ravioli. You got this, burn it off tonight. My mind was made up. In my Chris Rock voice, “I’m getting mines.” The holidays were around the corner, ooh, Cousin Barry’s stuffed salmon with mac & cheese at Thanksgiving. Oh yes, I can’t wait! Besides girl, you look GREAT; all that work you put in, you can burn that ravioli off.
Phone’s notification light begins to blink. I check my phone. Timehop! What do you have for me today? Bumblebee’s birth? My wedding day? Ooohh…. that trip to Puerto Rico? Daaaammmm in my Smokey from Friday voice.
Who in the H#$% is this! A fitting room pic! Why was I trying on a sweater set?! Wait….no…… why do I look like I just coordinated a bake sale? I POSTED this?! Wheeewww, no, Timehop’s connected to Dropbox, it’s hidden deep in my Dropbox account. I LOOKED like this? Was I a member of “Let it Go” club?! Why do I look like I read Women’s World magazines?!
We must prepare. We made tons of excuses this winter because it got darker earlier, light hours were shorter, and let’s face it, it’s was coldddd, and if you’re from Chicago, YOU KNOW HOW WE DO COLD. Surviving winter here is like a rite of passage. We get all 4 seasons in one day, you don’t know whether to put on boots or sandals and with that cold weather, we begin to get comfortable and complacent.
From October to December 31, our mindset on food turns into a 50 Cent song. “All I really need is a lil bit, not a lot, just a lil bit, lil more cake, lil more pie, a lil more chips, just a lil bit.” Then for an average of 1 month, post January 1st, we euro train, and when you realize it’s going to take longer than a month to look like an IG pin-up, you quit.
But I get, I know, when dressed like the abominable snowman, you aren’t thinking about swim suits, tank top arms, maxi-dresses, and linen shorts….but the time is now when you are thinking about it. January 1 you make a weak resolution to look like an Instagram fit model by the summer. You blink and it’s the end of March: Spring. Dunh, dunh, dunh, dunh……..then you scramble. You get on the lemonade diet, cabbage soup diet, the “Why me?!” diet.
My husband is a winter baby and I’m a summer one. He’s also a major Game of Thrones fan. He cracks me up how he applies the famous tagline “Winter is Coming” to random situations. Overcharged by Verizon? Winter is Coming. Friend owes him money and he sees an IG post of them on vacation? Winter is Coming.
Remember summer 2016 when you said you would be summer ready in 2017? Did you lose fat/gain muscle? Did you feel and look how you wanted? Can you wear the swimsuit you bought too small KNOWING you would be in it? Don’t throw away valuable progress because it’s cold or you don’t feel like it. Cold, hot, warm, rainy, snowy, humid, or dry, stick to your regimen. Consistency NEVER hurt anyone. If you do this, then there’s no need to scramble. If you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready, and I AM READY. If you’re wondering, I ordered the rosemary chicken breast and sautéed spinach because after all, summer is HERE.