Swimsuits Revisited, Alternately Titled Just One Week

You may recall my issues with Target in December about their prominent display of swimsuits before Christmas even hit. It seems that December Shelley actually held out hope of looking somewhat presentable in a swimsuit by the time warm weather hit. April Shelley knows better.

After wearing the same swimsuit for 4 years, it's about time for a new one. Not because I want to go swimsuit shopping. Who wants to do that? But because my current suit is not nearly supportive enough for my mommy chest. Gravity and breastfeeding two children have left their mark. I also noticed at swim class the other day that it is starting to wear thin. *sigh* It's time.

I think I've created some sort of mental block that prevents me from even noticing the swimsuit section anymore. Hubs suggested I look at Target tonight. Now that they've been displayed for 4 months I suppose it's time. I picked a few options and tried them on.

Shopping for a swimsuit has to be at the top of the list of causes of depression.

I did not find anything suitable (ha!) so it looks as if I'll be sporting my thinning, non supporting tankini to swim class at least one more week. Perhaps I'll scrounge up a little courage and look at the mall this week. I may have to drink a few glasses of wine first.

It makes me wonder, though. Why is it so difficult to ditch the junk food and exercise? Why do I sit around blogging about my expanding waistline instead of shrinking it? Am I comfortable being chubby and afraid to change? Is it really that difficult to choose carrot sticks over chocolate cake? OK, obviously it's not easy or we'd all be a size 6. But isn't my health worth it?

So this week I'm going to do it. Just for a week. That way I won't feel like I'm on a strict diet for the rest of my life. For one week I'll eat more veggies, step away from the Mountain Dew, avoid chocolate (crap, really? do I have to give up chocolate?). This could be more difficult that I think. And, Hubs, stop laughing! I am also going to *gasp* exercise at least 3 days this week. And running to the fridge for another soda doesn't count.

To be honest, I told myself I would do this once before. But I didn't admit it on my blog. I didn't want to disappoint anyone if I failed. This time I think I need that pressure. The commitment. I need to admit for all the world (or at least my meager blog readership) to see that I mean business. At least for a week. If at the end of the week I am still alive to tell about it, I'm hoping I will find the motivation to continue another week... and another... and another. We shall what results from this little experiment!