My weight

I’ve been mean­ing to write about this for, like, a year. At least it seems that long. When we had Aidan, I gained the req­ui­site preg­nancy pounds along with Tiffany. After he was born, what with the mov­ing, and the the­sis, and the mov­ing, and the sleep­less­ness, and the house sell­ing, and the house buy­ing, and the mov­ing… it kept on going up.

By August of last year, 2003, I weighed about 213 lbs. I’m 6’2″, for those of you keep­ing count, and before then, I had never weighed over 200 lbs. When Tiffany and I were attend­ing reg­u­lar gym ser­vices (before the Life-Destructor came into the pic­ture), I was hov­er­ing around 195.

So last year, about this time, we decided to do some­thing about it. I started fol­low­ing the Weight Watch­ers plan (Tiffany actu­ally attended meet­ings, I just free­loaded). And I’m a believer. Not in the plan, nec­es­sar­ily, but in the prin­ci­ples behind it. By appor­tion­ing “points” to your food, and hav­ing a lim­ited num­ber of points you can use in a day, you are forced to think about what you eat. And a lit­tle active engage­ment in their own life never hurt anyone.

Two things I noticed. First, I ate a lot of high-point foods (the usual sus­pects: Cin­na­mon Toast Crunch, Arby’s, and Hy-Vee deli food). Sec­ond, my por­tions were much big­ger than, say the aver­age two-person meal.

I now weigh about 188 lbs. Tiffany is down to below her pre-baby weight, which is awe­some. She’s been very dis­ci­plined, and I only hope I have been helpful.

We stopped tend­ing to our diet early this sum­mer, what with a lot of trav­el­ling and the like. At that point I weighed about 185 lbs. While nei­ther of us have really gained back much weight since then, we both agree that we need to get back on the horse here.

The trick at this point is adding exer­cise to the mix, and nei­ther of us know how we’re going to accom­plish that. Maybe if I get up at 5:00 am instead of 5:30…