You may have noticed — and more likely not — I placed an addendum in my recent post about having gained weight, to identify the amount in question as about five pounds. Could even be 10 — I haven’t weighed myself with any regularity for years. What I know is that my clothing still fits, but a paunch that had left has now returned.

I went back to add that — even though I doubt even my most faithful readers go back to reread items — because of comments I got that suggested that readers thought I’d gained a lot more.

Part of the impression I took from the feedback was the sense that I’d made a big deal out of small change.

As someone who whipsawed between 200 and 350 for better than a dozen years, I get that.

But as someone whose weight hasn’t changed more than this amount for more than a decade, I have concluded that this neighborhood is exactly the place to sound my alarm.

Sure, it could be just a speed bump, but I can’t get to my next 100-pound gain without passing this junction, and of course, I don’t want to get there.

As Edith Bunker once said, “So it’s nothing? Do you want to wait until it becomes something, or stop it here?" (Yes, that’s a paraphrase, and yes, I get all my best wisdom from '70s TV characters.)

And by the way: With the support of my wife in several manners, I got to the gym yesterday, and we have a plan to sustaining it. I think that means I’m going again in the morning.