As many of you know, I work out of my home office fairly regularly. Because of this, I don’t see all of my co-workers face-to-face for days or some of them for weeks at a time. Furthermore, I’ve just come off of a short leave of about three weeks following Baby V’s arrival. Needless to say, it’s been a while since I’ve seen some of my work friends.
So today, I went in to the office for the first time in a while. I was catching up with some of my co-workers when one of them, Vijay, decided I needed to be taken down a peg or two.
With a blunt candor normally reserved for children and retards (not to mention retarded children), Vijay observed that I clearly hadn’t had much time for exercise while I was out of the office.
To be fair, he’s right; I’m not the fattest I’ve ever been — I’d have to gain another 15 lbs. or so to hit that embarrassing number — but I’m probably a good 15-20 lbs. heavier than I was about 12-18 months ago. I’d guess that about 5-10 lbs. of it was packed on in the last six months. Maybe it’s that so-called sympathy weight that expecting dads gain. (Frankly, I don’t buy it. It sounds like an excuse for fat guys who happen to have knocked up their wives.)
I guess it’s time to drop a few pounds. Ugh. Thanks, Vijay.