I love going to the beach, and if you read my blog, you probably know that I’m spending a week on the beach. I’m leaving tomorrow, and the closer it gets the more worried I am that it will be stressful for me.
When we go to the beach we usually stay at a 5-star resort with huge pools and lots of shopping, casinos, etc. like the one below. But over the next week, we will be in a beach house meaning we’ll lay by the beach as opposed to the pool.
I broke my foot in March, and though the cast is off it still hurts from time to time. And that worries me as much as being heavy and trying to walk as my feet sink into the sand. Don’t get me wrong…I do it, and enjoy it (in spite of being a self-conscious, overweight girl.) I’ll lay in the sun with my boyfriend and friends, but it worries me more than excites me at the moment…
I hope it’s not as bad as I think it could be, but either way I’ll try make the best of it. On an up note, it’s pretty awesome that there are few places I’d rather be than where I live. That makes coming home a fantastic thing regardless of where I’ve been.