This time of the year poses challenges for most of us.

Okay, not most, some.

Maybe just me.

Summer is over.

I read somewhere about the biological imperative to store fat during the winter, a hold over from our prehistoric roots. Personally, I would have preferred to have intuitively known how to saute a mastodon, but apparently that wasn’t a trait worth keeping.

What’s a gal to do?

Right.

Think Olympian. A gold medal. A goal, a purpose, a reason to eat everything within reach. Still maintaining a workout schedule, a bone building regiment, to stave off, for a bit, the inevitable, ultimate shrinking frame.

There are, of course, alternative plans, courses of action, ways to deal.

You choose.