It suddenly dawned on me that I will be wearing a swimsuit in 3 weeks. I can not. I am not physically or mentally ready for this. Yes, it could be a lot worse. But putting on a swimsuit is tough enough as it is, and now all I can see is my extra 7 lbs of bad eating habits staring back at me. I’m going to do the rational thing in this situation and not freak out. HOLY CRAP! EATING STOPS NOW!!!! Ok, staying calm may be something I need to work on. Now I have two options: I can bare my belly loud and proud or get my ass in gear and get back in shape. I am choosing the latter, starting with cleaning up my diet. It became a disaster out of a busy schedule and a little bit of laziness. I don’t think my life is going to get any less busy any time soon so I have to find quick and easy (hence the lazy part) meals to whip up while I’m whizzing through my life like the Tasmanian Devil. Now I am not starting a diet. Noooooo. I never said the word diet. In fact, if I call it a diet, I immediately fail because all I can think about is cheeseburgers. I am making a “healthy lifestyle choice”. That’s what I’m calling it. So if I eat a cheeseburger one day, I’m not going to beat myself up over it. In fact, I the eating of a cheeseburger (perhaps with a salad instead of fries…?) once in a while to avoid overindulging later. But I will also make a conscious effort to eat more fruits and veggies that day.