When we’ve been on the road for a month or so a strange thing happens…my shorts fall off. It has to be caused by the extra walking as every place that we stay in just begs to be walked and explored. I certainly don’t eat less. I find myself wandering about admiring gardens and views, trawling beaches and poking about in shops. All with one hand clutching my shorts. But wait. There is one tremendous advantage. I don’t have to unzip them to take them off. Just a gentle downward tug and they drop to my ankles.
Bye bye muffin top. Farewell love handles and now I pray that I don’t sneeze!