My husband is an avid biker…or at least he would like to be an avid biker. He, like me, has let the pounds creep up on him. Anyway, he has a road bike and a mountain bike that are taking up space in the garage. We live in the hills on the outskirts of Las Vegas and the thought of either of us getting on a bike in these hills elicits fear of exploding cardiac tissue and overall mayhem.
Diet is a FOUR letter word
So I didn’t get here overnight. In fact, I have to remember that all of the times that I have been on a diet it was because I had reached some new and terrible weight. Now mind you, if I was to go back to the weight I was on my first diet or even my tenth, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. In fact, I was probably 132 pounds the first time I ever went on a diet. Geez….if I had only known.
A Rude Awakening
Wow. Two hundred eighty pounds, 2-8-0. I couldn’t believe the scale today, my first day of making the decision once again that I have to lose weight. At 48, I’m no stranger to diets, workouts, gym memberships, and fad weight loss schemes but something about this feels different. I also am no stranger to the disappointment of failing to hit my target.