Muffin Tops

Casually flipping through a courtesy magazine in the back seat of the airport limo, I found an article that discussed various wardrobe coordination styles that best flatter your shape. A new term that I ran across was: muffin top.

Holy shit.

I knew that euphemism such as, 'love handles' was way too gentle a term to describe the disgusting bulge squeezing out above the beltline. Sadly enough, my own struggle against the little (or not so little anymore) muffin top that has mysteriously appeared in my midsection over the Christmas holidays has been totally futile so far (what do you mean, I have to exercise?), and as I share my frustration with my friends, they are all too eager to gleefully remind me, "it's the age thing, man."

(*sigh*)

The fight continues to this day. At least I can enjoy my beer.

(What do you mean, no beer?)