in a nutshell

She's like a baby
I'm like a cat
when we are happy we both get fat

(and still it's never enough, no never enough, no, it's never enough)

Yeah, so maybe I shouldn't have written about Yale's and my recent climb up the scale. He and I do joke about it, and joke about it in front of our friends (as in, "Sorry we were late to meet you for dinner, but neither of us could find shorts that buttoned..."). But still. Perhaps that was a blog faux pas.

But it is still the truth. Despite Yale's long commute, and despite the frustratingly long intervals apart every week from here on out, we are pretty sublimely happy. And it shows. In our waistlines. The "NewlyWed 9" as the wedding 'zines call it.

My old friend KP from my Habitat days always told me that people gain weight when they are happy. Her theory was because you are busy doing things and being with people that you love, and that cuts down on: time for exercise, careful cooking and eating, and time to worry about getting fat.

Well friends, now it is time to reign it in. Winter is fast approaching. Happy or no, this JesusFish needs to get in shape. If for no other reason than to be able to keep up with Auggie as he sprints up the stairs.