Two things herald mid-life crisis… receding hairline and growing belly. So while I can’t do much about the influence of genes on my crown, I try to cut-down on carbs from my diet to hold back my male pregnancy.
But I met one of my carbo weakness today in the form of animal-shaped cookies that I grew up with. My grandmother used to get them for me when I was little.
So heck, what’s the point of having a trim waist if I cannot reminisce and enjoy where I came from?🙂