Gasp!
Over the winter I noticed that I'd been putting on some extra weight, but I wasn't as concerned about it as perhaps I ought to have been. As long as my size 10 jeans kept fitting, I figured it wasn't a big deal. They still fit, but so snug lately that I prefer something looser around the house. Still not a terribly big deal, since I'm bound to drop a few pounds once the weather warms up, right. At least that's what I thought before I went to the DMV for a new driver's license. My face in the new mug shot looks downright chubby(!), especially as compared to the passport photo I had taken in July.
So, this evening I tried on the riding outfit I bought, and popped on the dusty bathroom scale to get a sense of where I'm starting from and how far I have to go--and the damn thing read 162.5...pounds!! Holy crap! Not good. Not good at all, particularly because I have a family history of serious obesity.
I'm 5'6" with a medium build, so I figure I have about 32.5 lbs. to lose. It's probably unrealistic to think I'll get there before my 30th birthday, which is just three months hence. But maybe I can do half of it by then. Dieting is not on my agenda--being constitutionally incapable of dedicating the required time and mental energy to the effort, any diet would be bound to fail. I will, however, be cutting down on the butter, sugar, oil, and cheese whenever possible.
Exercise is going to have to be the primary means by which I get myself in shape. That should be much less difficult, since this long, austere winter has left me with a hankering for the outdoors. And though the snow hasn't melted yet, temps this week are supposed to be in the mid-40's. Warm enough finally to go out and do something!
