"It's the greatest thing since sliced bread". You hear people say that all the time. Frankly, I never got that excited over the pre-cut loaf. Convenient -- yes, but to use it as the standard for all future inventions...?
Now that I'm getting older, I'm more likely to say "it's the greatest thing since the elastic waistband". Now that's an invention!
An article in the July/August 2007 issue of the AARP magazine was about belly fat. Apparently, up until age 40 our hormones control the allocation of fat and keep it away from the belly. Once the estrogen and testosterone decrease the belly is fair game. All those fat cells pack up and migrate to the midriff settling in Spare Tire Town -- kind of an anatomical Grapes of Wrath.
So I'm not mistaken for Tweedledum, I diligently count crunches, speed walk and confess to succombing to the hype of the latest ab busting infomercial. Oh, I wear the same size as a few years ago. Hips and behind haven't widened or spread (well, maybe a tad). The problem lies in buttoning, snapping, zipping.
Long live the elastic waistband! Breathing...bending...eating allowed!
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Sliced bread is partially responsible for my expanding waistline.
My mother used to rave about "elasticized waists". I poo pooed them until I turned 53. I remember when I wore jeans so tight I had to lay down on my bed to zip and snap them. Breathing was optional back then.
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