I like how I'm not leaving for Hawaii for another two and a half months (and haven't even purchased my ticket yet) and I'm already planning what I will pack. I bought a super cute white messenger style canvas bag (white - so tropical!) and a white linen skirt for walks on the beach. I'm ready to go. Pack a pair of jeans, one pair of flip flops and a tank top or two and I'm off. Oh, and the bathing suit. Maybe. As I'm still struggling with after holiday poundage, I'm kind of afraid to see how the tankini fits.

On a related note, I'm starving and am craving beef like you'd never believe. Every once in a great while I get irresistible cravings for bad things like cheeseburgers, french fries, and chocolate (I ate six hershey kisses in less than two minutes yesterday). Even though I brought an incredibly healthy lima bean/chicken/rice thing for lunch today, I may have to go out for some form of cow. Or something fried. Which brings me back to the bathing suit thing. I would love to drop a few annoying little pounds before my trip so I can gallivant around paradise in my tankini, and I have to keep reminding myself that cheeseburgers and thai food aren't going to get me there. I have this seriously low self control issue that I just can't seem to shake. Whether it be a cute skirt, a new Body Butter (passionfruit, yum!) or a Chipotle burrito, when I want something, I get it. I'm a spoiled brat, I know.