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So, there comes a time in your life when you REALLY … I mean really have to reevaluate what goes in your mouth because it does not all come out on the other side.
In fact, where once it would magically disappear, it now finds your thighs. And your arms. And your belly. It even finds your neck and your cheeks. Heck, it finds BOTH sets of cheeks.
Yes. Where once you could eat whatever you wanted, the time will always come where that is no more.
Mine didn’t hit at 30. It didn’t hit at 35. Or 36 when I had Max. In fact, after Max, I had only about 10 pounds left to lose when I got pregnant with Josephine (10 months after Max). So, I was pretty sure it would be okay with Josephine.
And then 40 hit. And it didn’t matter if I ate 1 potato chip or the entire bag, it all seemed to find a place .
For me, it’s pretty much on what Max and Jo literally, lovingly call my “squishy belly…” In fact, they are so cute about it as they proclaim daily, “MOMMA, we LOVE your squishy belly! It’s like a squishy pillow! Oh, you’re so squishy…”
And they go on and on and on and on…I could so “SQUISHY” them after awhile, eh?! (smile and wink)
Anyhow, all of this to say that I have officially decided to not drink “as much” soda as before. Try not to eat as many cookies as before. Avoid chips, when possible (smile smile wink wink again).
Therefore, when my husband was leaving to go grocery shopping, I told him to not bring me a Coke.
Proud moment, right?!
Too short, unfortunately, because then I followed it by saying, “But don’t forget the whipped cream for my coffee!”
HAHAHA!
Seriously.
I did.
And, with that, I have come to the deep conclusion…
What is life, anyway, without a little whipped cream?
Go, whipped cream, find my thighs. They are waiting for you.
Bring on my coffee!
(insert whipped cream can aerosol-like spray and a happily sighing, coffee-slurping momma)
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