Battle of the Bulge: Update

In essence, my weight has held even over the past year. Last summer, I realized for the first time that I had tip-toed into that category of "overweight." I guess I didn't have any strong immediate reaction to this realization, but eventually I've grown to hate it. I look at pictures of myself and I see cheeks and a tight shirt around my midsection. I look at video footage and I see someone moving slower and occupying more space than was previously the case.

Have I been scarfing down donuts and chips while I watch tv on the couch? Not really. To be honest, I've been taking regular mile-long stroller rides with the baby and I've been running lately and doing pilates with B. (yes, pilates) and really trying to do little things to cut calories like diet soda, egg white flatbread instead of bagels, no sugar in my coffee, etc. The result? Holding even.

I guess it's going to take weights to win this war on weight. I used to lift, I used to bench and curl and press and raise and squat and all that. And I used to play much more basketball. I guess I can't judge my capacity for progress accurately until I do those things.

I think that the Perfect Storm for weight gain hit this past year. 1. A baby. 2. Financial problems. and 3. Turning 30. I mean, I almost feel like I could've balooned to something ridiculous if I had just totally given up! That's a shock to me, because I've never felt like I had the genetics to be obese. Maybe I do.

Here's the conclusion: I have to do more to achieve small positive progress. If I stay the same, I'll slowly slide. If I get lazy, I'll gain weight. We'll see how it goes. It would be nice to get down to 165 by Jay's wedding.