Yeah, so I’m back. It’s been a while, missed me?
Bought a house, bought a bike, painted, rode, now I’m blogging again. Stay tuned…
Isn’t she beautiful? I bought this little charmer on Thursday night. A bit shout out to Bill at 99 Bikes in Chermside for staying an hour past closing to properly fit me with all the bits and pieces I needed. You guys are awesome!
So yesterday I took her out for her maiden ride. Another friend just upgraded to a very swish Trek road bike, and was keen for a longish ride to try stuff out. Like the maximum speed on the trip computer. We decided to ride from home (inner north west Brisbane) to Nudgee beach for lunch, a round trip of about 60km.
At lunch we were chatting about exercise, and fitness, and stuff like that. And a sentence that came out of my mouth gave me pause for thought. I found myself saying “I didn’t do <exercise program that everyone else did> this morning because I’ve decided Sunday is my rest day. I need to not exercise on my rest day, and I need to be really strict about it or I’ll get overtired again”.
And then I though. Today’s Sunday. I’ve just ridden 30km for lunch, and I’m about to ride 30km home again. Since when is THIS not exercise? It used to be, when did that change?
When I got fit. And when I realised that doing stuff isn’t necessarily formal exercise, but that fit people actually do active stuff for FUN! And being fit gives you the ability to do that as well. Lightbulb moment!!!
At which point the conversation evolved to the fact that there were stacks of families out on the bike path, some with kids in trailers and bike seats, some on their own set of wobbly wheels. My lunch mate informed me that her (self-admittedly obese, even though she isn’t any more) family never did stuff like that. Never. No bush walks ending in a picnic, no family bike rides. Like she said, it’s no wonder they turned out like they did.
My family did that stuff, but somewhere along the line I stopped. Think I need to start again…
It’s a dodgy camera phone photo in the dim light of my bathroom, taken at some ungodly hour this morning. But this number on my scales is significant for a number of reasons.
It’s the first time I’ve seen a weight starting with a 7 in my adult life. Yep, I passed through the 80kg mark somewhere around my 18th birthday, and have been over that ever since. I’ve fluctuated somewhere between 80 and 100kg for the last 25 years of my life. I’ve been obese longer than I’ve been a healthy weight.
It’s 2/3 of the way down to my ultimate goal weight. I may revise it as I get closer, but at this stage I’d like to be 69kg with a body fat of 20-22%.
It takes me to 20.1kg lost since I started the Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation, which was actually 23 weeks ago. 20kg in under 6 months. 20kg feeling fitter and healthier and stronger than I ever have in my life. 20kg of fat and unhappiness, gone forever.
I’m a bit excited about this milestone. Someone asked me if I was going to do anything to celebrate. Actually I am! This week I started a new job, and next week I’ll get the payout from my old one. Several weeks of annual leave, along with excess salary packaging. I plan to purchase a rather expensive bike… This one. Yep, not new clothes (because they won’t fit me in a short time!) Not a massage (that’s part of my regular routine now). Not food, or alcohol, or any of the other indulgences. I’m excited about an unexpected windfall so I can buy a freaking bike! Not like the old me at all.