OMGI’MF = Oh My God I’m Fat
It came as no surprise yesterday that I once again realized that I am fat. What did come as a surprise is that I have become so fat that I can no longer wear some of the cycling jerseys I’ve gotten over the past fifteen years.
Ride Paulie, Ride
On Saturday and Monday mornings I hopped onto my bicycle and rode, each day performing the same route (changing direction for the middle portion) — home to Stone Mountain and back, ~41 miles, including doing both loops inside the park! Woo Hoo!
As can be imagined it was easier to convince myself to go out on Saturday morning, but I was more proud of myself for getting out before the predicted rain yesterday.
Yesterday I wore my new Gators jersey. Inside Stone Mountain park I got a “Go Gators” from a woman riding passed me (after I filled my water bottles and waited to cross the road to make my way home). Had I been prepared for it I would have retuned a much more forceful “Go Gators” in return.
Now if I can only learn how to eat better I might be able to shed some of this weight and fit into those old jerseys again…
In the interim I have ordered two more extra-large cycling jerseys from Primal Wear, each of which were on sale so I shan’t be too sad when I slim down to the point that I can no longer wear them.
And When I Wasn’t Riding I Was Either Productive Or Completely Unproductive
I slept a lot this weekend, especially last night. After returning home from dinner last night I could not manage to keep my eyes open. I slept, and slept, and then got off the couch and went into the bedroom and slept some more.
However when I wasn’t turning over pedals or sawing logs I was doing things. On Sunday morning I raked the leaves and weeded the “flower” bed in front of the house, mowed the lawns, and used the leaf blower to clean up around the house.
In addition to that manual labor I did some mindful laboring by studying German, and watching some software development videos. I also did some mindful deterioration by watching the first two episodes of this season of MasterChef.
Oh, And I Got A Haircut
While getting my haircut on Sunday I found out that the place I’ve been getting my hair cut for the past four-plus years, Nadine’s Triple Crown, across the street from George’s Bar, will be closing at the end of June. Apparently the owners are getting a divorce and the business will be another of the casualties.
I Thought That I Had Much More
But I do have a ton of work to do today, so I better end this now.