I must have fallen asleep at some stage because when I woke up, I realized a week had already passed. Even worse, I was still fat. I don’t even want to think about the details of last week. I just want to think about the summer ahead and the possibilities of me traveling to some exotic beach and staying there for a week, at the very least. I love the beach so much. And the beach life. And the beach people. And I can go on and on. I just don’t like the heat too much and the glare of the water at high noon. But those are just few irritants I could live with in exchange for the beach bum life.

So what are your plans for summer? Are you getting ready to don that two-piece swimsuit of yours? Me, I’m still the one-piece gal. God, kill me now or kill my fats if you please…