I intended to start this post with the story of my first tropical beach. I was going to tell you how it was my first vacation with my husband’s family, how we were all on different flights, and how everyone’s flight was delayed except mine. Then, I would have told you how I experienced my first tropical beach alone at our resort and was entirely in awe. Finally (and this would have been the kicker!), I’d tell you that Christian’s family arrived from Venezuela, saw the beach and said, “Oh, it’s not that nice, is it?”

After that, I would have gone into how for me, tropical places are still magical (because it’s magic month, after all!).

It would have been clever!

I’m not telling that story. Instead, I’m too preoccupied with my weight.

Last weekend, we traveled to Miami for a wedding. My rule-breaking outfit was planned, and I was all prepped and prepared for some tropical magic.