One hundred pounds. Still can't get over it. But sitting around thinking about it is not going to decrease the size of my ass.
So I have to commit, right? It's too much and too overwhelming. So today's commitment is to fitness. Even if I don't lose an ounce, I will be fit. (And if I don't lose significantly MORE than an ounce, I will also be pissed.)
Beloved is super-sporty and naturally athletic and wants a major commitment from me for at least an hour's serious exercise every single day. Is she out of her freaking mind? I'll probably have a heart attack.
On the other hand, she is fit. Maybe she knows something?
So here's the deal: For this week, I will commit to at least 30 minutes a day of some kind of cardio. I can re-commit next week.
And here's the new twist. No fancy gym or special equipment. It's Spring and we'll ride bikes or use the track in the park. I haven't ridden a bike in 20+ years. Last time I got on a bike with some friends I was mortified because I was so slow and it was so hard. I picked a fight with Beloved and then spent the afternoon in tears and mortification.
So she is fixing up a bike for me. It's purple and pink. She got me a nice cushy seat cover and a basket. We did some gentle riding and it was fun (ish.)
We also have an understanding that if I have to rest, I rest. That if a "short" ride takes an hour, so be it.
Today, we ride.
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