|"Oh, The Places You'll Go!"... Cervelo style!|
My OH-SO-RATIONAL response to it was to flip out and stop eating enough to support my job related activity and training. It was the 6 year old daughter of another braider that offered a jolt. She made me a card for my birthday and it had a big picture of me on it. She depicted me as a normal person... not the fat person I was seeing in the mirror. Since that ACTUALLY came as a shock and I realized that I had definitely summited Mt Crazy again and was flying my flag from the top. Yes, I gained some weight. Yes, it hurt my climbing. No, it did not spell the end of my ability to ride a bike or turn me into the slothful behemoth that I was imagining. Maybe I could let myself off the hook a little and allow a little sanity to break through the clouds. Time to head back down to base camp.
|Sometimes the reality check comes from surprising places.|
Nothing quite like seeing yourself through 6-year-old eyes.
After about six weeks of cutting my diet way back, I have gotten a little momentum in getting the pounds back off but I'm could do without getting sick, dizzy spells, and terrible fatigue. I have enlisted the help of a friend, Susan of The Endurance Zone, who knows a little something about nutrition. Rumor has it she even advises athletes on nutrition for a living. With her help, I am trying to get myself on a program that keeps supports my training without creating any big excesses. I've over-corrected and need to level off again but at least I feel like I am back in control of the situation.
The good news is that I am back in Michigan and Little C has finally gotten his Bluff Rd photo opp. Every one of my bikes has gotten to pose at the overlook on the Old Mission Peninsula. The Ninja Bike still needs his chance but this time I was riding with a friend and I finally got MY photo by the post!!
|The photo spot! Little C takes his turn!|