I’ve Been Ready for Summer Since Fall… And Somehow I’m Still Not Ready
When Summer Is a Distant Dream in Fuzzy Socks
I have been ready for summer since the leaves started dropping, Pumpkin Spice was trending, and flip-flops went to the back of the closet. I’ve had my beach bag packed since October, but emotionally, I’m still in fuzzy socks and soup mode.
Every fall, I gaze toward summer like a long-lost lover. I dreamed of beach walks, linen dresses, and reinventing myself on a coastal breeze. And yet… here we are, halfway through May, and I’ve somehow become allergic to both bikinis and motivation.
And then… North Dakota happens.
At first, I charge into winter like a woman on a mission. Gym membership? Check. Protein shakes? Check. A vaguely inspirational Pinterest board titled 'Summer Glow-Up 2025'? Check. The vibes are immaculate, the leggings are compressive, and the cardio is cardio-ing.
But somewhere between mid-January and “I can’t feel my toes,” something shifts.
The wind howls, and my willpower withers.
Mr. Gym becomes a mythical figure, I ghost harder than my high school prom date.
My body? Oh, it notices. It speaks in mysterious ways—like gently whispering, “How about we store a little extra fluff this season... You know, for survival.”
A few uninvited pounds here, a little hibernation belly there, and suddenly my reflection is giving strong “Marshmallow Warrior Princess” energy.
I tell myself it's fine. I'm fine. I still have time.
Except time is sneaky.
June Is Calling, but I’m Still Between a Nap and a Snack
It’s almost June. The sun is blazing. The swimsuit aisle is taunting me with its "cheeky coverage."
And here I am—ready for summer in spirit, but still physically located somewhere between a nap and a snack.
Do I regret those weeks I skipped the gym?
Absolutely.
Would I trade them for winter sweat, frostbitten motivation, and sore thighs?
Unclear.
Yet, I grab my linen pants, pour a cold drink, and laugh at the absurdity of this cycle I seem to live every year.
The Real Summer Readiness Plan
Maybe summer readiness isn’t about six-pack abs or juice cleanses.
Maybe it’s just about showing up as we are, with stories in our stretch marks, joy in our belly laughs, and zero apologies in our pockets.
What about you?
Do you dream of summer all winter, only to find yourself in a June daze?
Tell me: What’s your hilariously honest summer readiness routine?
Let’s trade stories. No SPF is required.
