I don't sit in the sun at the beach, I don't hit the tanning beds, I don't intentionally fry my skin trying to transform it into something it will never be. I don't aspire to have skin that looks like wrinkled leather so I avoid the damaging rays of the sun as much as possible. I learned my lesson years ago, I didn't inherit that beautiful dark olive skin that tans from my Italian ancestors. I don't tan, I burn.
I'll confess I used to sit on Revere beach when I was a teen and lather my body up in baby oil and bain de soleil but I'm older and (usually) wiser now. I'm not the least bit tempted to get a tan just because everyone else is obsessed with having dark skin and is delusional enough to believe damaging their skin makes them look healthier.
I am so mad at myself for burning my skin to a crisp at the Biggest Loser Season 10 Step Challenge the other day. I can't remember the last time I got a sunburn, it must have been at least 20 years ago when our boat died out on Lake Champlain and we were stuck out on the water for hours before getting towed in.
I'm always lathering up with sunscreen and I didn't forget to do it last Friday but there's a reason the directions say you MUST reapply. After sweating it all off during Jillian's Kick Ass Warm Up in the morning, I stayed out in the sun for hours talking to everyone without reapplying. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! Lesson learned the hard way.
I'm still feeling the burn ...