We've all heard of the term "summer bod." The last-minute scramble to lose 10 pounds in a week so that you can be ready to take the perfect bikini pic for Instagram. It starts with the initial freak out you have when you realize summer is right around the corner as you're laying on the couch eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Next comes the rapid gym sessions coupled with one too many juice cleanses. When you don't magically turn into a Victoria's Secret model overnight, the real panic ensues until you just have to accept that fact that you're not actually Gigi Hadid. We've all been there and can recognize the seven stages of grief over the ever elusive "summer bod."

1. Shock

What do you mean it's going to be June next week?! It was just Christmas yesterday!

2. Denial

I can get abs in a week without trying. I don't need to work out.

3. Anger

Don't cross me when I've eaten nothing but vegetables for the past week.

4. Bargaining

Just one chip. Please. I'm dying.

5. Mourning

It's not going to happen. I should just stay inside forever.

6. Testing

Fuck it, let's go to the beach anyway. Just give me five years to work on my confidence first.

7. Acceptance

Oh, what do you know, it's September again. I don't have to diet for at least another eight months!