I have a confession to make: I love being tan. I know, I know-it could kill me. Don’t worry, I am a diligent SPF mom. My kids are slathered in waterproof 30 before they even walk out the door and then multiple times during the day. They also wear more bathing suit coverage than most other kids on the beach. So, I have not passed on my dangerous addiction to them. That is what it is-an addiction. Why? Because, like smokers I know how terrible it is for me and yet I can’t stop.
Now, I won’t do fake-beds or even sprays. In the off season I have been known to employ some golden-delicious lotions, just not the spray stalls. Too scary. But the second Memorial Day hits-look out. I wake that second morning and relish in the tight-hot skin feel of the first summer burn. I look down at the white lines and think, “how did I lose 10 pounds overnight?” I feel thinner, sexier, younger. And you know what? I have given up sugar in most forms. I limit my caffeine. I only drink on weekends or holidays. I work out every single week day now pretty regularly. I take good care of myself. But I just can’t let go of my tan!
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