Fat of the Land

My friend Dennis called it "sympathy fat." It's the weight a husband piles on during the months of his wife's pregnancy. Perhaps it's a convenient excuse we husbands like to fall back on, but there does seem to be something to the idea. During the latter months of Katie's pregnancy this summer, my visits to the Swamisalami Yoga Studio (great place for yoga with an excellent American instructor) became less frequent and then non-existent. As a result, I began to balloon. Now before you start saying that I'm passing the blame for my own laziness on to my wife and child...I'll say, yeah, you are probably right and this whole "sympathy fat" thing is a sham.

I have tried alternate forms of exercise--the Pinot Noir cork-pull and the seated baby press, to name just two--with mixed results. Tonight, tired of hearing me complain about the lack of exercise for which I had only myself to blame, my wife shuttled me over to the Energym (get it? that's "energy" and "gym" working together) fitness center in the Xindian Carrefour building and signed me up. It's about as far as the incense and chanting of my last workout experience as one can get, but it is conveniently close to home. So no excuses. It's back to the treadmill and weight bench for me. Reports to follow.