I am a gainer, not a complainer, and I have hope with the new closeness to my work, at three miles rather than 22, I might take up riding my mountain bike to work and home. Could be fun trying to host someone for a lunch given the single seat bike....... maybe they could balance on the handle bars.
Used to be very athletic and trim at 225 and 6'2" and a good seven years into this am still very 6'2" while the weight, oh.......... dare I disclose? The pain, the Pain [oh bother, where is Zachary Smith when one needs him?], well to be blunt, I have gained over 65 lbs. on the American scale. No longer a 34 or4 32 waist, I have to hunt in the chubbly spaces..... yup 43, a linear opposite of the weight I knew. Ha!
Not being one to admit defeat, I am moderating more my diet, less of the bad things such as the Marco Polo [half lemonade half Pepsi], less pasts, no sweets, and I am the worst chocoholic on the planet I am certain. Walking is pretty impossible for me due to the condition we are trying to diagnose, maybe CRPS of the legs below knees, or PN, or diabetes....... bone scan on Tuesday for the CRPS word. Looking out to find answers. Maybe an arm wrestle with my Boston Sci rep to see whether I still win rights to re-program myself in an effort to shut off the boiling oil sensation of the lower legs down through the feet- I cannot wear socks or shoes, so have switched to crocs [now that had to be a fun product to name on a lark...... CROCS, knowing American slang, I can see the inventors swilling beer and knocking back a few boiler makers thinking aloud, "they will this we have created a croc of %%%%." They are aptly named for a product which sprang from the People's Republic of Boulder.
Weight gain, oh how I know it with the inactivity of pain for years, and melting it away, well that takes hard work and determination. I am no stranger to either as I move mountain ranges. I cam probably do it better than an albatross long extince of a Colorado political lame duck who thought he could flatten the Rocky Mountains in the quest for mineral wealth....... they even styled a license plate after him, the Rockies turned to a flat line behind a mini earth mover...... yup.
I guess I could always rename my mountain bike a plains bike. Oh, by the way for your sake, should you follow my path- remove the toe clips as if you have peripheral neuropathy and lessened proprioception as I do, those feet will be slow emerging from clips at a stop and a fall, well, let's just call a fall on a mountain bike at a traffic light rather undignified for a cripple like me.
Smile big, count your blessings, the fun is only just begun [Karen Carpenter],