More Slice of Mid-Life - Baby weight is child's play . . .

I'm not done talking about my middle age midsection!  We all complained about how hard it was to lose the "baby weight" but I think we are missing out on another phenomenom.  How 'bout toddler weight, school age weight, and now pre-teen/teen weight? When my kids were toddlers, my new year's resolution one year was to stop eating food off the floor.  These were the years of goldfish, french fries, animal crackers, etc. . . . . all innocently dropped from those cute chubby fingers and expertly snatched up by my pudgy little fingers and voila - no more dirty floor. Add at least 5 pounds.  


Then comes school age and the start of school lunches, after school snacks, soccer snacks, snack packs, snack bars, and so much birthday cake!!! Basically lunch started at breakfast and ended at bedtime.  Crusts of sandwiches, leftover chips, 1/2 eaten cookies, ice cream cones with dribbles of ice cream in them, a few spoonfuls of mac and cheese here, a few forkfuls of mashed potatoes there and WOW, looky here, another 5 pounds, at least.


And here we are in the tween/teen years and BOY, can these kids eat!!  All the time!!  So much food!!  All the time!!  So many hormones!!  While their metabolisms rev up, mine has slowed down and I think recently sputtered out altogether.  This, combined with worry about cyber space, dances, homework, getting into high school, bullying, puberty, aging parents, wrinkles, college funds, etc. . . . makes me very hungry and thirsty!!  Add 5 pounds of food weight, 5 pounds of wine weight, with a extra big helping of a slowing metabolism and guess what . . . . losing that baby weight seems like children's play.  

Slice of Mid-Life

UGH.  In the MIDst of dressing the other day, I noticed (not for the first time, but for the first time since I've started this blog) a protrusion around my MIDsection. These days the MIDriff has some cute names:  muffin top, etc. . . which aren't that cute when trying to squeeze into or out of clothes. All of this has made me ponder all the MID in my life.  I'm from the MIDwest, MIDway between the coasts.  I am not the MIDdle child - but my sister is.  My kids are in MIDdle school, in their MID trimester, and don't like to go to bed before MIDnight and don't like to get up til MIDday.  I'm firmly entrenched in MIDdle age, the supposed MIDpoint of my life. I drive a MIDsize car, often down the MIDdle of the road. And to top it off,  I now buy MIDrise jeans - not too low (refer to aforementioned mega muffin top) and not too high (can't breath or belt).  Come to think of it, I haven't belted in more than a decade.  And to that astonishing revelation, I throw up my MIDdle finger.