Ranking at the top of my list of scary things I have to do – like getting my eyebrows waxed or having a root canal, my girls are insisting that I shop for a new bathing suit – which will likely be a horror show for me and a comedy for them.

Ranking at the top of my list of scary things I have to do – like getting my eyebrows waxed or having a root canal, my girls are insisting that I shop for a new bathing suit – which will likely be a horror show for me and a comedy for them.

Since we’re headed to Cancun, for my daughters’ destination wedding in May, they’re probably getting nervous about what kind of get-up mom will show up in.

I had planned to lose 20 pounds before this time arrived, but since it took me two years to lose 30, I should have known it wasn’t going to happen just because I made a New Year’s resolution on Jan. 1.

February is one of my busiest months at work, writing stories for businesses in our Progress Section. Definitely not a good time for trying to eat right. Every time I got stressed, I’d convince myself that I could write one more story if I just had a snack out of the vending machine. Sure I could have picked from a healthy snack, like nuts or a granola bar, but instead my finger would automatically push the numbers for the bag of Oreos or chocolate chips cookies to drop into my sweaty little hands. Even though they tasted great at the time, they didn’t help me write any faster or be less stressed.

I talked my son-in-law into letting me borrow his Wii game and for two weeks I got up every morning and worked out. That’s about it. When the alarm went off an hour early I’d go into a full-blown debate with myself whether or not to get up and exercise. Apparently my good conscience is the weaker of the two as it could only hold its own for a short time. My boyfriend got on the bandwagon and tried to get me motivated as we played Wii tennis a couple of nights. He never mentioned being sore and I sure wasn’t going to admit to it, but even though there wasn’t really a racket in my hand, my arm felt like it was going to fall off. I’m thinking that he too was beginning to feel the effects of virtual tennis, bowling and baseball because instead of asking me if I wanted to play a match of tennis he began trying to convince me that I looked good and not to worry about the fact that we were going to be sitting around in our bathing suits for days at a time with 30 family and friends.

My daughters, who both wear single digit clothes sizes, think it’s going to be a snap to find a bathing suit that I’ll be satisfied with. If I could get by with wearing a long-sleeved muumuu to cover-up with the entire time, I would, but I hear it gets pretty hot on the beach in the Mexico sun. Seems like I’ve been consumed with thinking about this trip and it probably stems from the fact that, throughout my entire life, I’ve barely been past Kansas, much less out of the country.

How come guys never worry about what they wear? Basically, they put on their swimming trunks, the shirt comes off and they’re good to go and don’t care what’s hanging out or over. The truth of the matter is, my body and my fat have become really good friends – I hate to break up a good relationship.