Basically shiting myself that in 7 weeks (omg) 7 weeks, I am going to be on a plane to Fiji.
No, I am not afraid of the plane ride over there, rather the thought of parading along the beach or pool side that scares the living daylights out of me.
Time for a confession.
So why in the world did we choose to go to a tropical island resort for a holiday?!
I think deep down I had to accept the challenge of getting into a swimsuit again. Really I have no choice now. I have a daughter who loves the water and its not really much fun sitting on the waters edge all covered up avoiding questions from passer byers like, "Aren't you hot in that?" and tying really hard to not show the perspiration on your forehead as you reply "No, it's not that hot" (whilst secretly melting underneath your layers).
So over the next few weeks I am going to start looking for a swimsuit that hides my worst bits and flatters my best bits. Just have to work out what my best bits are to flatter!
In the mean time, exercise, eat well and think well and checking out this site to see what might suit my shape the best.