So…I have some good news and some bad news. I’ll begin with the bad, and embarrassing, news first.
Two-and-a-half years ago, before I began cycling regularly, I weighed at least 300 pounds and was wearing a size 48 pants. (WOW, that was hard to admit.) I was drinking beer like I wanted to drink every drop on the planet, and I was smoking like a fiend.
Now the good news; a few days ago I bought two pairs of pants…in a size 38. These are the smallest pants I’ve purchased in a couple of decades. And, instead of wearing XXL or XXXL shirts, I’m wearing large, and some extra-large. What a difference.
When I look at pictures of myself from the bad days, I can’t believe how fat I was…or that I was so easily able to mislead myself that I didn’t look “that bad.” Five years ago, at my daughter’s wedding, I was embarrassing to look at. Sometimes, I’m surprised she wanted me there to give her away. Today though, I’m proud of myself and all the work I’ve done to get the weight off…and keep it off.
Of course, cycling is the main reason for this dramatic weight loss, but I’ve also quit using bars as my home-away-from-home. Sometimes I miss it, but I enjoy the healthier lifestyle I’ve adopted much more. I feel better…and I can look into a mirror without cringing.
I have to admit that the joy I experience when riding has now been equaled by the boost to my ego. I feel and look better; I feel and look younger; I have more energy and am more productive.
When I began commuting by bike it was out of necessity. I couldn’t afford to fix my broken-down car, so riding was the only viable alternative. At that time I made a promise to myself, and my daughter, that, if I was going to do this, I was going to benefit from it. I’d say it’s worked out rather well.
Later
PS: Check out the “Anniversary” post at www.milehicycleguy.com.