Damn, gained a pound. In the long run it doesn't seem like it should matter, but if left unnoticed or not fixed pounds add up. Its probably the snacking, its so difficult not to snack. Its as if when at home the kitchen is always calling, full of its mouthwateringly good..... food.
I was having a conversation the other day about women in the 50's and 60's and why their waists must have been so small. If you've ever been in a vintage clothing shop you'll get some good examples, I have a guy friend who wears a women's size two and a good portion of the dresses couldn't fit him.Anyway...., sizing. The conversation boiled down to these reasons:
The housework those women had to do, especially without all of the 'insta'-devices we use today
Smaller portion sizes, we probably eat twice as much or more than them
A greater pressure to be perfect[sorta ( in a weird way)], I mean they even really
dressed up to go to the supermarket, gloves, hat, the whole shebang.
[Etc., Etc, you get the gist]
Oh how I would love to be able to fit into those frothy, pastry-like design of those eras. But, alas it will never be as I could never be that tiny.
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