Sometimes, naming something helps in the effort to change things. Sometimes.
I exercise (not enough). I walk a thoughtful tightrope between chips and snacks, organic chicken, processed sweet cakes in fun, wrinkly crisp wrappers, salads…and when all else fails…I pop a few vitamins.
Everything goes better with strong, rich coffee laced with heavy cream. Everything.
It occurred to me that stubborn belly fat (not officially recognized) needs a name because, well… ideally it needs to change.
I am now the proud owner of my own ‘Pacific Rim’.
Carrying on…
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