Here is my breakfast and it makes me a bit sad. I caught sight of myself unexpectedly the other day and thought "Who's body is that, and what happened to my own?" I never minded aging, never was one of those who wanted to be young again. I was looking forward to the wisdom and patience that comes with age. I didn't realize that you paid for that with an expanding waistline. And I don't know how it happened. I walk to and from work, half an hour each way, and I do a Deep Water workout class twice a week. The only culprit can be a sloooooowed down metabolism. So no more bagels and smoked salmon cream cheese for breakfast, it's Special K and a banana. And sadly, no more evening snacks of a glass of wine and a bowl of potato chips. I think that's the real reason. I'm so glad I've reached the level of maturity and wisdom to know that if it tastes good, it gotta be bad for me. Sigh... Just when you can afford the cost of the good life, you realize you can't afford the calories.