Getting into Shape: The Fletcher Way

It involves pain, pulled muscles, and not much else.

Actually, my horrific performance in the basketball game last Monday made me realize that I am WOEFULLY out shape. I've put on fifteen pounds since last year when I played. I am relatively inert. And I eat like a hog, and for that I place the blame on my coming baby. That's right, when little Audrey comes out and says Hello, I'm going to have a long talk with her about her making me fat.

Because she made her mommy hungry all the time. And daddy was the one who had to get mommy all the food. And daddy would ALWAYS eat mommy's leftovers or eat right along with her, because let's face it, eating alone is no fun. So I did it to keep mommy company. It was nice, and eating is quite fun. But eating ALL THE TIME can be quite the scale buster.

So here is my goal: To get back into my 34 waist slacks and jeans. Right now I'm teetering on the brink of permanently being a 36/38. I'm 6'4", which allows me to hide some weight pretty well. But I don't WANT to hide my weight.

If I am not in a 34 waist by the time my daughter arrives, a random senior student who is passing my class will receive $60 in cash from me.

Seriously. And I don't mean I fit into the 34 waist so snugly that I lose the ability to ever have children again. They have to be comfortable. Because my mom bought me some 34 waist camoflauge pants, sweetly thinking that they were still my size. By MOM, I will fit into those again!

Call this the $50 Challenge.