My weight has fluctuated between 191 and 196 pounds, depending when I weigh myself and whether I’ve abused dessert at dinner time, for most of the year. I’ve tried not to obsess about it, but I know that I could make things easier on me in a number of ways if I carried around fewer pounds. This week, the lower end of my weight range dropped consistently below 190 for the first time in years. My waist has hit 36 inches (on a good day), but I’ve been there before (briefly). It’s amazing how the body is not a static container-vehicle. It will change and shift as we exert mental and physical efforts. It will change and shift without us doing anything. Thanks to my new running routine, I’ve now got cute, thin ankles.