Season ings

I know Bloggy.  I said I would start up again, then I disappeared.  This is what we call "fickle".  But if you are going to love me, you must accept all parts of me. And  all that kind of bs.

So summer is ending.  And that blows.  I seem to eat with the seasons.  And of course all seasons are a good reason to eat.  So it's like oh man the HOLIDAYS?  seems like I should just purchase expandable pants for those guys.

So let's see, pretty much the holidays start with Halloween and all of that crazy candy business.  Now, this is interesting because when you have kids it is actually people GIVING AWAY free candy and DELIVERING IT right to me, and I am supposed to be like Nah, thanks.  That's okay.  I'll just have an apple. This is one step away from sticking a funnel in my mouth and pouring chocolate sauce down it. Hence, you will find me passed out on top of a pile of chocolate wrappers come Oct 31. Now you figure there is Thanksgiving coming along and then Christmas, and they all seem to scream out eat more and more and more!

So the summer seems like it would be a great time to eat healthy, but uh-oh.  BARBECUE.  That's all.  You walk outside, you smell meat, you are done for.  If you are me. Now I have the chips and the dips and let's enjoy the outside with the ice cream and the French fries and ...so that's summer.

And obviously I exercise my garbanzios off, but there is no amount of exercise you can do if you plan to eat the entire cast of Animal Farm.  I know, poor form, but so yummy.

There may be a small window (I'm thinking January and half of February) where a salad is allowed.  But of course you tell yourself those are very depressing months so you deserve a treat of sorts.  Bring out the cake! Let's cheer this place up.  Anyway, you may have noticed the address of this blog.  It is important to have pants that stretch.  And it is important to have pants at all.