Spring semester can be a sneaky little bastard. The time between spring break and finals week signifies the start of day drinking your life away on patio bars and it's basically the greatest. But all of this behavior has a price to pay and I'm not just talking about your wallet. You are not alone if – looking back – you are slightly disgusted with yourself for how many beer pitchers you guzzled down, the drunk eats you wanted to savor for "the last time" before you left campus for home, and the thought of having to get into a bathing suit soon scares you sh*tless.
And so, you make a promise to yourself that this summer things are going to be different. You'll (actually) work out, eat better, and you will come back to school looking hot as hell. Like, so hot that you won't have to actually fake a "skinny arm" in pics. And so begins a crucial part to this plan: the summer diet. It'll be easy right? HA.
You make a promise to yourself that you are making a change, and it starts today.
You say Bye Felicia to your gut, cause it'll be gone in like, what, three days?
No more carbs, sugar, or anything bad for you. Wow, this is gonna be great.
Omg you're gonna look SO GOOD!
You soon realize just how out of shape you are while doing your first run.
Then you try to work out a second day in a row but you cannot move.
And you so badly want to eat to make yourself feel better, but you can't.
One night you go out to dinner with your family, and then reality comes crashing down when you realize you can't have your go-to burger and fries.
Around day three, you spiral out of control. At midnight you head for the kitchen and before you know it, you've eaten a bowl of ice cream and a few rather large handfuls of potato chips.
Aaaaand the morning run to burn it all off. Your self-loathing is at an all time high.
You start to feel like you haven't eaten in days.
WHY IS THIS SO HARD!? WHY DO YOU NOT LOOK LIKE THIS YET?!
And then all of the sudden, it starts to get a little easier.
You still have a long road to go, and yeah you might cheat here or there.
Or skip a workout to two.
But have a little faith, girl, you got this.
