So I have been doing this now for 33 weeks. I have never dieted this long before. Then again I never had to lose this much weight before.
So this is a week that I eat out twice, and I am not going to have my food delivered over the weekend. It is going to be very challenging, and I can only hope that I can do myself proud.
Yesterday though I went biking. Well I should rephrase that, I got on the bike and rode it up and down in a parking lot. I swear we didn't ride more then 10 minutes, but I was pooped, and felt like I had ridden 100 miles.
It was rather comical I am sure if you were an outsider watching TH and me go about it. Luckily we didn't have any bystanders. First off I couldn't get on the bike. I forgot how to, so I had to put the bike on the ground and step over, but then it was a bit awkward trying to get the bike up. Then I was afraid to sit on the seat, I didn't know if I could still balance the bike. So I decided that I wouldn't put my feet in the stirrups (as if I was coordinated enough to do that) but just go for it. I had visions of me falling and breaking my leg, but that didn't happen. So when I kicked off I was like I am going to fall I am going to fall.
I didn't fall. I even put my feet in the stirrups. Then my poor butt got sore. not more then a minute and I had a sore butt. I changed the gears a few times, rode around the parking lot a few times, then checked to see where TH was.
He was standing over his bike cursing up a blue streak. I wasn't really sure I wanted to go over there and see what it was all about. I was sure it wasn't something I could help with. But like a good wife I eventually went over to see what the problem was.
So when I got off the bike I swung my leg over, thinking this isn't too hard, only - well my pants got caught on the seat and well it was a lot harder getting off then getting on. Before we had left I had sweat pants on that hung to the ground and I knew was not going to work, so I went searching for something else. I found leggings, and they were tight around the ankle, and thought that these were perfect - in fact I probably wouldn't have to buy any other pants for a while. They were perfect except the top of the pants were a tad loose which is why they got caught on the seat and came off when I got off, like I said no one there to see us so all was good.
TH had gotten new gears and he wanted to know how they worked so he was trying to change the gears while spinning the tire rather then getting on the bike and trying it that way. I agreed to help him and I spun the tire, watched as the chain went from gear to gear and then back to the original gear, only to hear him cursing in my ear that it wasn't working. I know better then to tell him otherwise, but I was surprised that he didn't see it. I gently tried to tell him the gears were working, but he made me spin the tire for another five minutes, finally giving up wondering if he got ripped off.
Oh this is getting to long. Maybe I will finish it tomorrow. Or maybe TH will finish it for me.
So this is a week that I eat out twice, and I am not going to have my food delivered over the weekend. It is going to be very challenging, and I can only hope that I can do myself proud.
Yesterday though I went biking. Well I should rephrase that, I got on the bike and rode it up and down in a parking lot. I swear we didn't ride more then 10 minutes, but I was pooped, and felt like I had ridden 100 miles.
It was rather comical I am sure if you were an outsider watching TH and me go about it. Luckily we didn't have any bystanders. First off I couldn't get on the bike. I forgot how to, so I had to put the bike on the ground and step over, but then it was a bit awkward trying to get the bike up. Then I was afraid to sit on the seat, I didn't know if I could still balance the bike. So I decided that I wouldn't put my feet in the stirrups (as if I was coordinated enough to do that) but just go for it. I had visions of me falling and breaking my leg, but that didn't happen. So when I kicked off I was like I am going to fall I am going to fall.
I didn't fall. I even put my feet in the stirrups. Then my poor butt got sore. not more then a minute and I had a sore butt. I changed the gears a few times, rode around the parking lot a few times, then checked to see where TH was.
He was standing over his bike cursing up a blue streak. I wasn't really sure I wanted to go over there and see what it was all about. I was sure it wasn't something I could help with. But like a good wife I eventually went over to see what the problem was.
So when I got off the bike I swung my leg over, thinking this isn't too hard, only - well my pants got caught on the seat and well it was a lot harder getting off then getting on. Before we had left I had sweat pants on that hung to the ground and I knew was not going to work, so I went searching for something else. I found leggings, and they were tight around the ankle, and thought that these were perfect - in fact I probably wouldn't have to buy any other pants for a while. They were perfect except the top of the pants were a tad loose which is why they got caught on the seat and came off when I got off, like I said no one there to see us so all was good.
TH had gotten new gears and he wanted to know how they worked so he was trying to change the gears while spinning the tire rather then getting on the bike and trying it that way. I agreed to help him and I spun the tire, watched as the chain went from gear to gear and then back to the original gear, only to hear him cursing in my ear that it wasn't working. I know better then to tell him otherwise, but I was surprised that he didn't see it. I gently tried to tell him the gears were working, but he made me spin the tire for another five minutes, finally giving up wondering if he got ripped off.
Oh this is getting to long. Maybe I will finish it tomorrow. Or maybe TH will finish it for me.
Contrary to what T3 said, the rear changer (the triple chain) was working but the "regular 8" gears weren't shifting smootly (i.e., 8 regular gears - only getting about 5 of them).
ReplyDeleteMy "cursing a blue streak" had nothing to do with the gears however. I had bought a new "wireless" odometer/speedometer/clock etc & had it installed. When I put both bikes in the truck, I forgot that I had to be careful about the new "wireless", and I ended up breaking it.
That wouldn't be so bad, but we ended up LOOSING it, so I've now got to get a replacement. Fastest $100 I've wasted in a long time!
It was actually 18 minutes of riding & T3 probably a bit longer since she started before I did. My butt was fine, but another part of my anatomy was NOT - need to get padded biking shorts or it's time for a stint in the Castrati Choir.
I prefer cursing a "yellow" streak - so much brighter than blue.
It's Tuesday, 5/31/2011 & no blog for Monday yet! Withdrawal symptoms, withdrawal symptoms, withdrawal symptoms!
ReplyDeleteT3 tried to go to a movie on Memorial Day, but the parking lot was full (Mr. J. Depp apparently rocks on), so we visited the cemetery instead. Found a mid 30's aged couple who both died on 4/18/1906 - apparently in the great SF earthquake.
Enough trivia - we want BLOG! We want BLOG! We want BLOG!
Hilarious, T3.
ReplyDeleteAs for you, TH, you need to get one of those seats with a hole in the appropriate place.