Have You Seen The Muffin Mom..sing along...

There we were on a gloomy and cold day in a parent child music class. I loathe these classes but my children love them, therefore I suffer through the forty-five minute session planning where we can go eat lunch. Today, the kids sang, "have you seen the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man". My mind drifted off as to whether we would go healthy today or be naughty and eat anything and everything fried we could get our hands on. We began to sing and I couldn't help but notice I was changing the words to go like this, "have you seen the muffin mom, the muffin mom, the muffin mom". I think it was my subconscious telling me that my North Carolina farewell feeding feast tour has to come to an end. It has been seven months now since we moved and I'm still eating as if it has been weeks. I have always been an emotional eater, but never have I been a muffin mom until now. Who wouldn't want to be a muffin mom? We talk and joke about it as if its a bad thing. We all need that little extra stuff around our middles to add padding. Can you tell I'm trying to justify the love handles that aren't getting much lovin'? The kids poke at them, the stretch marks decorate them, Sarah likes to hide behind them, my underwear likes to dig into them. I can't stand it any longer. Fall has arrived. It's the first day of October. What perfect time for the "Stop Muffin Top" campaign to begin.. Maybe tomorrow is the day...for now I think I am going to make some blueberry muffins. I'm craving them for some odd reason.