As soon as second semester starts, students minds are consumed with one thought: Spring Break. Spring Break usually entails a warm climate, some sort of body of water and cheap alcohol. It also means that you'll have to trade in your typical college student uniform, yoga pants and a tshirt, for a week full of swimsuits. After realizing the freshman..sophomore..junior 15..20..25 is a real thing, the thought of socializing on a beach is terrifying.
The months leading up the SB are now all you have to achieve your "Spring Break Body"
Sometime around January, new Pinterest boards are created and filled with workout plans, designer workout clothes, pictures of fit people and words of inspiration.
Girls and guys alike flock to the Rec to sweat off all the home cooked meals they ate over Christmas Break. Which makes the regular gym-rats unhappy..and confused.
Your desire to fit into that swimsuit you bought a size too small, on purpose, is your fuel. With that motivation you are able to keep up with your diet and exercise plan.
But after a few weeks of only eating cheese cubes and kale, getting on a treadmill doesn't sound as good as eating spoonfuls of cookie butter. "Hangry" is now your middle name.
You decide its alright if you have Chick-fil-a after class..after all, you did walk all the way to campus.
You're a new person. Your vision of your perfect body in that cute bikini is now clouded by thoughts of french fries..or basically anything fried. You decide you still have time to lose the weight if you just workout a lot more.
But papers and tests and projects get in the way. You don't have time to live at the gym and if you starve yourself any longer you'll go crazy. So you resort to ridiculous diet trends.
"I saw it on Pinterest, it totally works" Wait what?
But now you're two weeks away from sipping Pina Coladas on the beach and you don't look like a Victoria's Secret Model. You do some serious soul searching...probably with a glass bottle of wine and decide there isn't much more you can do.
10 years from now, you won't remember what size that swimsuit was... you'll remember the funny things that happened or how much fun you had, even if you have to remind yourself that in the end it's whats on the inside that really counts. There's always next year..
