A week from tomorrow, I leave for my much-needed, well-deserved vacation to Cozumel. It was supposed to be a girls’ trip, but everyone but me and Red wimped out. Apparently everyone else is afraid to go with us because we are just “party party party.” Whatever.
Red and V went to Los Cabos last year (I couldn’t go because they accidentally scheduled it on top of a work conference I had to attend). Red and V had never really hung out or spent time together one on one, so they got to know each other a little better I suppose. V is very laid-back most of the time, and was looking forward to carefree days, lounging by the pool or on the beach. Red, who had been through some rough stuff with her husband recently, was in full let-her-hair-down-and-live-it-up mode. So needless to say, there were some conflicts. Nothing major, and they both had fun, but I guess some residual comments have been made.
Either way, Red and I are going to have a blast. I just know it! I’m all for lounging with a book and a pina colada on the beach, sight-seeing, and nights out partying. We’ve got 5 days, so time for a little of everything. And since Red and I DO hang out and DO know each other pretty damned well, I don’t think we’ll have any problems telling the other one when we’ve had enough of something.
The downside, Red is about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with a great figure. Me, I’m 5 foot 7, and a good 70 pounds heavier right now…the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. We’re going to look like Mutt & Jeff. I didn’t get nearly as serious about going to the gym these past two months as I’d planned, so haven’t made much progress there. But at least for the past two weeks, a fire was lit under my proverbial ass, and I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard on the weekends at least. During the week, I just can’t make myself get up early enough to go before work. And after work, I’m just drained. Excuses, I realize, but it just ain’t happening.
I started fake-baking last weekend, in the attempt to get some kind of base color on my lily white self, otherwise I’m likely to burst into flames at the beach! I’m not tan by any means, but I have at least gotten a tiny bit of color…and still have the rest of this week to work on that and keep going to the gym. I won’t be a bronzed goddess in any way, shape, or form, but I figure there’s nothing like the last minute panic to do as much improvement as I can.
I’m doing laundry and (re)assessing my wardrobe options. I’ve been shopping like a fiend lately, mostly trying to find some shorts that I like. Yeah, the shorts I own don’t fit right now. Did I mention that part about being the heaviest I’ve ever been? Ugh. Depression does as much damage outwardly as it does inwardly. But yeah, I think I’ve got most of my clothing together. Just need to do more planning of outfits to figure out what goes with what and, of course, to make sure I have enough day/night outfits, shoes, etc. I figure later this week I’ll actually attempt to start loading the suitcase.
And with that, time to get up and get some stuff done around the house before I head to the gym and to tan.