I'm still reducing, slowing but surely dropping dress sizes (those numerous housewarmings or family eat-athons aren't helping). Unfortunately, during the summer, because of writing, I'm actually less active than the rest of the year. I walk around on the business gigs. I go to meetings. I work on several projects. I run during rushed deadlines. When writing, I stay put, banging out that chapter a day all day almost continuously.
Our city has passed a pesticide law. No pesticides on lawns. They didn't give any notice so there are no real natural alternatives developed yet (great planning on the city's part but that is a whole other post). We're thinking about changing our motto to The City Of Dandelions. Yes, those dreaded yellow weeds (that actually can be eaten, salad style) are taking over.
I combined both of my problems into one very frugal solution, the dandelion crunch. Every morning after my hour walk around the track, I pull dandelions for a few minutes, sucking in my stomach, and, as the hubby says, tightening the core.
It is working. Both on the lawn and on my belly.