There is no denying it any more. Winter is over.
Ordinarily this would be a cause for celebration. I hate winter. I like sunshine and high-waisted denim and sparkly flip flops and all that is good with the world normally can be found in that little chocolatey bit at the bottom of a Cornetto cone on a warm summer’s day.
You see, as I’ve referenced in previous posts, I’m pretty good at denial. In my head I’m still all light and toned, beach-bod ready to go at a moment’s notice. I pick up size 6 paisley flippy shorts in shops and then manage to get them as high as my knees in the fitting rooms.
