Sometimes when I hear of a prize holiday to the Seychelles (or similar) I think to myself that if I won I would actually rather take the cash than risk the mortification of appearing on white sand in a swimsuit.
I don't enter these competitions but the thought is there.
And on a more realistic note I have got up every morning since Christmas thinking 'if I don't do something soon about my hideous body I will hate my holiday in Crete in August'. I can't even begin to look forward to it.