I want SUMMMMORE!

Lately, during the same week of every month, my brain tells my body to BAKE

My thighs says "No"

But my brain says, "cookies"

My (fem)gut says, "stop"

But my brain says, "cupcakes"

My arm jiggle says, "please don't"

But my brain says, "lemon bars"

My chin(s) say, "ruh-row"

because today, well, today my brain said...

MAGICAL S'MORES

and my body listened.


The yin of crispy sweet coconut, to the yang of melty toasty marshmallow


and then my brain said this


Twice.

I am a lunch superstar

Getting to the gym has been a bother as of late. I pack my bag at 8am with full-hearted (and thighs) intentions of exercising post-work. As my bag sits in the car and I sit (wasting away) in my cubical the enthusiasm for cardiovascular fitness is painfully sucked out of me like a triple thick shake through a coffee straw, until 5pm rolls around and I promptly declare OUT-LOUD,

"I'm just not feelin' it today"

And then proceed to drive home and eat bad food/sit on the couch/snuggle my husband/watch trashy TV/ search the internets/bake cupcakes/ write on Facebook's wallpaper/ do anything in my power to resist burning calories

Last year my underlying motivation was a reoccurring nightmare that come July 4th my back fat would squeeze through the zipper of my wedding dress like a sumo wrestler in a bikini contest. Thankfully, I kept the back fat at bay. Now, the most magical day of my entire life is over and some thigh cheese has crashed my life party leaving me with not a shred of motivation to fight the evil caloric forces.

Until I say OUT-LOUD,

"I want to wear a bikini in August"

And then I promptly went CYCLING ON MY LUNCH HOUR!!

I have chosen to overlook the high pitched *shrill* of the instructor and the fact that my buttcrack is a shimmery river of salty goodness right now - because I'm lady gaga over the fact that I exercised my right to a one hour lunch. Now please excuse me while I eat my tuna salad.