Me Weekly: One day and counting – South Padre awaiting columnist’s arrival

Lindsay Sainlar

Spring is almost here (it starts on Saturday), and from the many bronzed bodies I’ve seen around campus, some of us are heading south to ring in the good season.

With 10 weeks of school behind us and only five to go, I can’t help but slowly let my grades slide. I can’t concentrate anymore. I’m staring out the windows and taking personal days when I shouldn’t and I can’t help it. I’d rather be outside watching white squirrels run around or playing kickball.

But enough of this complaining, school is school and I should be smiling and dancing because spring break starts tomorrow afternoon and I’m going to the beach.

I’m sorry, I can’t help but brag.

This time next week I could be sitting on the beach, I could be shopping in Mexico, I could be sleeping or I could be swimming in a pool. I’m getting the chills just thinking about it.

For the past few months I’ve been in preparation mode and trying desperately to look like Marisa Miller in a bathing suit. I’ve been subjecting myself to torture, running towards nothing on EFX machines and straining to lift 15 pound weights off the floor, and it’s been pointless. I should be skinnier, and I don’t care how good exercise is for my heart, I’m giving up.

Send me to the tanning bed, give my freckled body more cancer, it’s all I have left. Diets don’t work. I’ve tried them. I tried to stay loyal to the Smart Start cereal diet for a couple of days, but gave up as soon as my roommate wanted to get Japanese food. I have no willpower.

And here’s a good question – what happened to the day when being pudgy meant you were rich enough to eat? I wish that would come back in style.

But that’s enough. I’m going to the beach and I shouldn’t concern myself with health. It’s spring break and a little island awaits my arrival.

Give me sandals, give me sun and get me out of this town. I’m going crazy with redundancies. This winter has gone on long enough.

But for now I need to get back to completing my spring break to-do list, and maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll have some interesting stories to share from South Padre Island, Texas. Maybe. I’d hate to get more nasty fliers.

Lindsay Sainlar’s column runs on Thursdays. You can reach her at [email protected]