If anyone had told me that a bicycle could change my life … I would have laughed
Yet, here I am in a budding new romance with my bike and its changing my life
Week 2 of my “changing habits” comes to an end and I can honestly say that I never imagined that it would have unfolded in the way it has
I bought a bike …
No big deal …
I just wanted to get to work quicker because I decided to get rid of my car
Part of my ” GET FIT and FABULOUS at FORTY ” quest
At 42 years old Ive had enough of feeling fat. Ive had enough of the comfort eating excuse. Ive had enough of hearing the reasons why I cant do something. Ive had enough of bills bogging me down and Ive had enough of holding myself back
ENOUGH is ENOUGH !!!!
So, in an effort to change that, I made a different choice …
Letting my car go and buying a bike seemed logical because it will help me to save money and get fit … sounds FABULOUS to me
However, the first few days have been anything BUT fabulous !!!
” A picture is worth a thousand words “
Isn’t it just … my face after my first ride to work says it all
Thank fook it was dark !!!
I was wobbling all over the place like a tipsy driver because of the weight in the basket, but once I got my balance all was well … until I hit the first downward slope. I recall zooming down hills as a youngster feeling invigorated by the speed and wind in my hair. But as a wobbly overweight middle aged woman I was bloody terrified !!!
Then came the upward slope, which was no better. Even the tiniest of incline felt like I was peddling through sand. I tried to stand up and pedal but got the wobbles, so had to get off and push the damn thing … hence why they call it a “push bike” I suppose
The entire way there I was thinking to myself WTF am I doing ?
I had been enjoying my walks last week and with a change in thinking, was actually starting to feel kinda fabulous. But there I was in the bathroom at work, looking in the mirror and I wanted to cry because I felt and looked every bit of FAT and UNFIT
I wanted to GIVE UP !!!
The next day I got back on it … and the next day … and the next day
Regardless of how hard it was. Regardless of how foolish I felt. Regardless of how tragic I looked. Regardless of how disgracefully I did it … I got back on
On my first day off I decided to get up and out at 4am and try out a more flatter and longer distance (around 15km return trip). Mostly because its cooler and there are less people around, so Id feel a little less self conscious. And for the first time all week I was actually starting to enjoy the ride. Mind you when I dismounted my legs were so wobbly that I almost fell onto the ground, my bum was numb and my vagina felt like I had participated in a 24 hour orgy …
but I felt like I had accomplished something
So, although its been a very bumpy start to the week, with a little persistence it turned out to be something kinda wonderful
After 2 weeks I’m noticing a few changes that I’m very happy with
- I can already see a change in my body shape
- I’m starting to feel muscles forming in my legs and bum
- My clothes are starting to fit better
- My mind is clearer and thoughts more positive
- I have more energy
- I’m making better choices with my food
- I’m drinking more water
- My libido has hit an all time high
Yesterday was a day of bike riding
Today I shall be climbing a mountain with friends
Tomorrow … who knows what inspirations it will bring
I look forward to sharing the adventures awaiting to be had in week 3 of my
” GET FIT and FABULOUS at FORTY ” quest