Ever your MizFit-Friday-Freebie-Seeker I discovered an item I ADORE so I contacted the company (I know. let’s just acknowledge I’m gonna be giving freebies that *I* would want to receive as gifts & move on. Perhaps they’ll make you think of me when you wear/eat them.).
Such a cool woman and she did *generously* agree to, in a few weeks, work her magic and give one of her creations away.
Now, what made me giggle about our exchange? She remarked casually in an email that “she’d thought I was in my 20’s until she visited my MizFit website.”
My immediate thought?
A. how old do you think I am NOW?
2. what gave me away?!
All this lead me to recall reading/hearing somewhere (as I think I came up with this myself which is a clear indicator I couldn’t have) about how we women reach a certain age (*eyeroll*) where when we STATE our age there’s no response.
Lemmie give you an example:
Recently I was at a gathering of moms where we watch our children frolic & exercise (no plugs here on MizFit) and somehow age came up.
I said to the group, “since Im thirty eight…”
No “you’re 38?!” or “really? Id definitely have pegged you at 37!” or jaws dropping in disbelief.
nothing but looks of “ok. yes. got it. 38. what’s the rest of the story?”
I’ll spare you the other scenario but it was the same thing. Chatting about the benefits of being older moms, I mentioned my age, and the reaction? no reaction.
For some reason—being who I am I guess—the whole thing just cracks me up. You?
Im so excited to announce that I had a recipe submission from a feisty funny yoga-loving blogger this week.
Her favorite you must try recipe is Parmesan-Crusted Chicken with Creamy Honey-Mustard Dip
Alas, we’re still working out the kinks up in herre so there arent any finished product photos this week (if by working out the kinks you mean flying by the seat of our Nike trail running shorts—which MizFit does.)
It was originally from/can be found here but, being the whiz in the kitchen I am not, she recommends that you toss in extra chicken when you make it and save aforementioned chicken for chicken parmigiana the next night.
Now, if you’re like MizFit you’ll need the recipe here–but if you’re really like I am (MizFits Unite! Our Pants No Longer Tight!) you’d be skipping the dip altogether, sprinkling ground-up flax seeds on top o’the chicken, and eating the leftovers cold, plain & directly from the fridge.
Why flax you ask?
I guess you’ll just have to keep coming back.