I came across my bathing suit the other day. Ugh. I was pulling out a pair of elastic waist sweat pants and it jumped to the top of the drawer.
I realize that the melting of the snow, the chirping of the birds and budding of the trees come with a price: swimsuit season. It means the end of the bottomless bowl of linguine and Fred Flinstone-sized portions of popcorn.
So I went to my pantry and pushed the pasta pot and Dutch oven to the side, pulled my juicer out of hiding and replanted it on my countertop.
I know how juicing helps me slim down, makes my skin glow and increases my energy. It has been proven to me time and time again. I swear I'll always remember that.
But, I did leave my bathing suit hanging on the back of the bathroom door lest I forget.