My center of gravity had shifted, and even when I was simply walking along a level surface, I’d find myself stumbling and would have to stop and steady myself. I’d stand there and hold my belly, with a vision of myself flat on the floor. And this wasn’t just on the odd occasion. It happened when I was walking down the shallow steps at the subway station, or when I stepped out onto my balcony. Baby-N-Me confirmed that the bigger your belly, the greater the risk of falling. Hard falls were to be avoided, so excessive weight gain was a no-no. That was it: I had to join that gym.
