In late December 2019, the subway stop closest to my apartment reopened after a year of upgrades and repairs. It was the New York City equivalent of getting a car, and it also meant that I was out of excuses for not going to the gym. So, embracing the quick two-stop commute, I hit it hard: six days a week, 45 to 60 minutes per visit. Armed with a more disciplined diet, I proudly lost about 20 pounds in 12 weeks.
By mid-March, however, “2020” had truly started, and the gym was replaced by bacon, pancakes, burgers and mac ‘n’ cheese. There was also ice cream — movies, Mad Men, and ice cream. To say I added “the COVID 19” would be a lie by five or 10 pounds in the wrong direction, though that puts me squarely in the company of average Americans, who gained 24 pounds over the course of the pandemic’s first year.