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Why Elastic Is The New Normal


You know that time in your life when you look back at the days gone by and wonder whether you really did the crazy things that you did, and laugh unabashedly. But when you realize how far you have come in more ways than one, you may even ponder over why you settled for a vanilla life. I have reached that stage today, and here is why I believe that I have become too darn boring. For instance, I get really excited at buying socks instead of opting for something slinky. Or when it is time to go out and shop what really gets me going are discounts in the veggie or fruit section! Also, given the fact that I don’t even need to get out and get my groove on, in the aisles of the food court, the online route seems so much cooler. It may strike you as weird, but come on, everyone seems to be going down the same road.

There was a time when going out meant dressing up, and I still do that, on occasion. But what really gets me going are slacks or tracks that are so easy to slip into. The reason being - I don’t have to struggle because the elastic finish or a cord slouch is a super alternative. You guessed it elastic is my best bud. Elastic does not cause you to wonder at a time gone by, elastic lets you be, it settles you down. It makes you believe that you are not as bloated as you think until the belly jiggles. From that perspective, I have accepted that the spicy overtures of the past with a sexy waist have moved along to another route. Today it is all about the jiggle and some giggles.

Talking about this very fact of life, I am annoyed at the way age has suddenly caught up on me, and while I do try to fib a bit here and there, my confused metabolism tells me another story. The darn meta has me on pins, pining to get back to the old spicy shape. I try every single method, but the chocolate in front of me is so fricking tempting. We can put it down to simple nostalgia when not eating was the norm. Today, it is about not, not eating, it is about trying not to indulge, but because vanilla has taken center stage, the spicy overtures have nosedived leaving me fighting a silly battle of elastic versus the slim fit.

As I close down this confused piece, I think back on the good old, mad, crazy, days, when I did live life, and how. On that note, guess vanilla for the moment is the crazy now which will keep me going until it is time for some spice.

Oh well.

Xo


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