I am a girl who does whatever she can to avoid getting into a swimsuit. I can just about bear it when I go for a swim at the gym but really that's wear I draw the line.
And a bikini is just not something that happens. Ever.
Even when I was in Bali I wore shorts over my swimmers. And generally I avoid beach holidays. I'm one of those weirdos who doesn't like spending their holiday relaxing on a beach or by a pool. Please don't judge me.
So when one of my closest friends told me she was getting married I squealed with joy.
And when she told me she was having her bachelorette in Vegas (American girls don't know what the hell a hen do is) I got excited.
But when she uttered the words "I just want to hang out by the pool with my girlfriends" my heart sank.
Oh dear lord. In late April I am going to have to be in a fit physical state to get myself into a swimsuit.
So that's enough time, right? If I start now and forget about eating anything too naughty over Christmas (which I fear might not happen).
I don't need to be a stick or anything, but just quite a lot less jiggly. It doesn't help that I am the colour of skimmed milk.
But if I manage it I think I might treat myself to a lovely swimsuit (I can't even think of a bikini). And hopefully that will provide some inspiration too.
(Images via Net a Porter)
Wish me luck. Eeek!