Spring's Coming...PANIC

We all have times when we are feeling somewhat lazy. We forgive ourselves for skipping a workout (or two...or like 18...) and we indulge in some good food. We tell ourselves "we deserve it" or "we need a break," or "we need to decompress."

These are the times when we find our ass seems to grow wide and flat- resembling a couch cushion and stuff that resembles cottage cheese begins to form on every corner of our bodies.

It's easy to come up with excuses. The cold weather. Your "hormones." A slight and fleeting pain in your finger. Your dog threw up. You could catch a cold from removing the blanket you've draped over yourself on the couch. Whatever.

But then the sun peeks out and you open your day planner and realize that bathing suit season is like weeks away and you start to panic.

You run upstairs and look in the mirror and realize the body you worked so hard for and were so proud of last summer is...gone. Vanished under a layer of digested french fries and couch-sitting. There's no way around it and no tankini you find on Pinterest is going to hide it.

So you start to make a mental plan. The diet. The workouts. The early morning jogs. You think, "it's only March, I can TOTALLY shed these pounds before May. No prob."

Then you relax and...sit back down on the couch. Eat a french fry. And think about how great your plan is. You even set a reminder in your phone that reads "Hey fatty! Go work out!" You hope it will work.

And until May arrives bringing bbqs and pool parties and SHORTS...you'll try. And try and try. And maybe, just maybe, pull off a miracle.