Monthly Archives: September 2015

Tuesday – The first cut is the deepest

So today was the first bike ride since the holiday and I was feeling seriously rusty.  Although we had cycled quite a bit the first week it had tailed off a bit in the second, mainly because I got fed up of having to reassemble my bike everytime.

We only have two slots on the bike carrier so the Man insisted that my bike be the one that gets disassembled and travels inside the van. This meant that before I went for a ride I had to reattch the quick release wheels…easy… and then clip the brakes back… not so easy. Even less easy when you cut the top of your thumb when making the evening meal… everytime I tried to put the back brake cables back into the requisite position I bled everywhere…

Then on the second but last night the heavens opened and all the bikes got soaked (mine goes out at night) and my gear shifters filled with sandy/grit because the bike was upside down…

The soaking and the constant dismantling didn’t seem to have left any permanent issues but it wasn’t the best of rides. I probably shouldn’t have decided to list the 19 possible routes by length and then decide to tackle them in order as the 2 shortest rides are the hardest ones.

Perversely these are some of my favourite rides but in a love hate way. I love it when I am out there cycling, I especially love it when I am lying on the floor by the back door having achieved it…but there is a definite reluctance on my part to get my butt off the sofa and out the door because I know I will have to face those hills…

Still feeling a lack of direction…

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“Something better change…”

I woke up this morning before the others and crept downstairs to enjoy an early morning cup of tea on the patio… I like this time on a Sunday morning, it’s stolen time, as though the world is on pause…

Unfortunately I made the mistake of weighing myself whilst waiting for the kettle to boil. Yep it had gone up. Not by much which I guess was a bonus, and if we hadn’t taken the bikes, and if I hadn’t kept a careful eye on the amount of ice cream consumed it could have been worse…

But an increase is an increase 😦

Later in the bath I pondered my progress. Sometimes in order to keep momentum you need to give things a boost by making a change, some small change which makes a big difference.

It’s like housework or gardening. If you do something like the laundry, loading the dishwasher or mowing the lawn the impact on how the house/garden looks it amazing as is its impact on your perception of how much more work needs to be done.

But what to do… failing to come up with a strategy I got out of the bath, dressed and went and mowed the lawn.  A couple of hours later with some major beds also weeded and the garden looking straighter I felt as though I was more in control of things.

I guess with the house in such a tip because of our return from holiday  AND the end of the holiday (work tomorrow) I am feeling a bit down so more inclined to feel low due to a few extra pounds creeping on…

But I am not sure what to do to try and move away from the 12 stone mark, no matter what I do I just keep hanging around this milestone  😦

Best. Bike ride. Eveh

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go on with this blog. I mean trying to lose weight can be pretty soul destroying let alone boring the pants off other people by moaning about the struggle on the internet… but then something changed, my worst bike experience became my best and left me buzzing for hours.

We live in a little Warwickshire village connected by about 6 roads. Pretty much every road involves a hill very soon after you set off…which is odd because the village is also at the top of a hill!

There is one road in particular that I regard as my nemesis as the “hill” part of the ride cuts in within about 2 minutes of leaving the house. The last time I did this route the hill pretty much crucified me and is why I regard this particular route with love/hate… it is the shortest ride but the most intense because of the ascent/decent/ascent nature of it and leaves me feeling shattered but exhilarated… however it can take me some time to leave the house when I know that’s the route I will be doing.

So this particular evening I got home from work a bit earlier than usual and got ready to go for a ride and then discovered that there were a million and one other jobs to do first before I could possibly leave the house. By the time the Man and Boy got back the light was starting to fade and, still unwilling to face my demons, I gave the man the choice of which route I should do, over the motorway and back (which I loathe) or the short sharp shock… I knew in my heart what he would say as the failing light meant a quickie was all I would be able to fit in.

So set off low in spirits, warmed up with once round the block and chose to join the main road up the hill slightly further back then usual (I have a choice of 3 junctions) and started to slog my way… wait a minute what slog, I’m here at the top already ! Yep it was that easy, and I don’t know whether it was the warm up, run up, passage of time and better muscle or even the fact I’d actually remembered to pump my tyres up to the correct pressure or what, but I flew up that hill and all round the 3.5 mile circuit without pausing for breath or collapsing at the Man’s feet by the back door… I spend the rest of the evening on a happy giggling high of achievement.

OK so by the end of the week I’d also had my worst ride ever which ended with me walking back with a flat back tyre due to my own incompetence.

So here I am back on the internet because I want to remember the highs and lows of this journey and be able to look back on the good bits when I’m feeling down.

I kept notes during my holiday intending to write about some of it and I kept notes on about 2 weeks after our return. Some of this I may write about over the next few weeks so things may seem a bit out of order for awhile.

I am now about 10 weeks into trying to shift the blubber and to be honest things haven’t been going well. I’ve been eating healthily but not healthy enough, I’ve been exercising but not enough… I feel fitter but not less fat. So it’s time to turn things up a notch.