Summer Sabotage!
Excerpt:
You try. You try all winter to prepare for summer. You drink your green smoothies, you sweat it out in hot yoga, you give Flywheel a small piece of your soul twice a week; but for some reason, when the BBQ comes out during summer holidays, all bets are off. Suddenly, and involuntarily, you’re eyeballs deep in a half rack of ribs, using the person closest to you as a human napkin. Before you can utter the word, “Independence”, you’re covered in shreds of pulled pork and God knows what’s in that sauce. You’re left flustered, but craving something else. All of a sudden, a crisp, cold beer sounds appetizing. Or, even better, a salt rimmed glass filled with tequila and sugar beckoning you like a groupie to Steven Tyler. All of a sudden, Soul Cycle and Pure Barre are a distant, unitard filled memory- and you’ve just spotted the red, white, and blue celebratory cake. Because, America…”