In the last two years, I put on a little weight.
Until now, I had always been the type of person who can eat virtually whatever and not gain an ounce. But after transitioning to a desk job, becoming less physically active after college, and living dangerously close to a bodega with 50¢ Hostess snacks in the window, I started packing on the pounds. How many pounds, I can't be sure, because up until very recently, I purposely did not keep a scale or full-length mirror in my apartment. But after months of being in denial about why my jeans were getting tighter, I decided to do something about it.