Wake Up!
At 35, I realized that weighing 225 pounds just wasn't acceptable. But how did it happen?
I thought back to dinner the night before - an amazing meal at Balthazar of steak, fries, bernaise sauce, a couple of bottles of wine, cheeses, and desert. Then I remember the beer we'd had before, and the bourbon after. It was fantastic!
But, sanity prevailed. I changed my diet. Bought a bike. Started training, and before long, I joined a racing team. Kissena - in Brooklyn.
3 Years Later...
I've been a top ten finisher in dozens of races. I've won a bunch too.
The weight is down to a respectable 170 - but I'm still trying to lose a bit more. All vanity aside (is that really possible?) I've found that I feel like a different person. Losing 50 pounds has done wonders for my energy, sanity, and has given me a new senses of good health.
The best thing about cycling though has been the stress reduction. When I get a bit testy, my family asks if I have been on the bike. It's been the most effective stress reduction activity I have ever found.
The only downside is the wardrobe. When heavier, I wore a 36 jean, and even that was getting snug. I'm down to a 32 now. If I lose another 5 pounds I'm sure I'll have to drop another size. The problem is that none of my clothes fit me anymore. The suits, expensive shirts, and even some of the spandex is hanging off me. I wish I could afford to replace it, but the budget isn't agreeing these days.
