My pants are tight

When I went home for Thanksgiving, I got conflicting reports regarding my weight: some people were adamant that I had gained, others certain that I had lost. Well, over Christmas it became clear to me that it's the former. My dad mentioned that my face had filled out a little and he also kept drawing attention to the belly I've acquired, much to my chagrin.

I've always maintained a steady weight and have never had to pay much attention to it. Looking back over the past four months, however, I can see how this weight gain came about. 1) Compared to a house, apartment living requires a lot less travel between the kitchen, living room and bedroom. 2) I skipped at least half of my ballet classes. 3) I ate lots and lots of carbs.

I can't do much about 1), but this semester I'm going to kickboxing once (maybe twice!) a week with a couple of friends, and I'm adjusting the proportion of carbs I intake at each meal. Also, no more stuffing myself with a second helping rather than have leftovers! The one plus side of my weight gain is that I'm able to give blood, but hopefully within a few weeks buttoning my jeans won't be such a struggle anymore =D