First let me preface by saying I love being Italian. I love the culture, the loud, passionate conversations, and the food that tastes like it was made by Jesus himself. But in an attempt to be a part of the #fitfam and get my summer bod in shape, I've realized it's almost impossible to eat healthy when you're Italian. It's like just smelling the all the bread, mozzarella and prosciutto causes me to gain weight. So, here's a play-by-play of what it's really like to diet when you're Italian:

1. It's Saturday afternoon and you finally decide today's the day you're getting healthy.

2. You go online and search for different ways to lose weight.

3. And even decide to go on a run (which you instantly regret).

4. You come back home, out of breath, to an aroma filling your house that makes your mouth water.

5. You go to the kitchen and see your mom slaving away making chicken cacciatore (your favorite).

6. You almost give in to taste it, until you remember Kate Itsines' abs and you (unwillingly) stop yourself.

7. You decide you're just gonna have salad for dinner, to which your mom rolls her eyes as if she knows you'll fail.

8. While the rest of your family is enjoying their meal, you're stomach feels as empty as your bank account.

9. You almost cry when your parents discuss whether they should make spaghetti and clams or gnocchi for Sunday dinner.

10. And then your mom brings out the tiramisu she made...

11. And you realize you can't hold out any longer, so you take a slice the size of your face...

12. ...and you've never felt happier in your life.

13. Oh well, there's always next week. Cincin!