I woke up this morning to yet another freeze warning in my good ol’ Florida home… and honestly? I’d like to file a formal complaint.
Ma’am.
I did not invite you to follow me here.
Please return to sender and bring back my 80-degree temps immediately.
Because listen… I moved to Florida for sunshine, sandals, and sweat-before-breakfast weather. Not hoodies and space heaters.
Now — shifting gears real quick — I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before (because my brain is currently operating on caffeine and mild panic), but in less than two months, Michael and I are going on our first cruise. We’re headed out with a few of his Army buddies and their significant others, sailing with Carnival Cruise Line to the beautiful Bahamas.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!
It means I have approximately eight weeks to get UNFAT.
Eight.
Weeks.
I am supposed to step onto a ship… then onto tropical islands… in a SWIMSUIT… looking like this?!?!
Ma’am, again — disrespectful.
And here’s the real kicker: I am a HORRIBLE dieter. Like, give-me-one-cheat-day-and-I’ll-turn-it-into-a-cheat-week horrible. I love bread. I love coffee. I love all the things that were never meant to be portion-controlled. So I honestly don’t know what I’m gonna do… but I guess panic-walking through the house and drinking more water counts as a plan, right?
Right.
Also — tomorrow is another early release day for the boys, so I figured I’d check in now before chaos officially begins.
Hope you all have a wonderful rest of your week. Stay warm (apparently), drink your water, and if anyone figures out how to lose five pounds just by sitting on the couch… please share your secrets.
Bring back the heat, Mother Nature.
Your girl is trying to mentally prepare for island life. 🌴✨
