My personal favorite is banana nut, though I really like pumpkin.
It’s definitely a close second.
I do NOT, however, appreciate the one that has developed around my mid-section.
No baking required — just zip up my jeans.
I had heard roomers of such a thing, from those who have been here before me.
“Just wait ‘til you’re in your forties!” they would say.
But, I did not believe them.
THAT won’t happen to ME, I thought.
But, it did.
When I first noticed, I tried to use my stern “mom” voice.
“Go to your room, until I tell you to come out!”
And, like a rebellious teenager, it did not listen.
It just continued to grow.
Time to regroup, I thought.
Exercise more? Check.
Eat less? I can do that.
Give up my wine? Silence.
As a parent of (more than one) rebellious teenager, I do not typically recommend this advice . . .
but I may just have to become friends with my muffin top.
