Kinda.
My parents are awesome and celebrated my birthday on January 2 by giving me that which I desired most: a bike. It it's a blue Schwinn with a plush seat (for my own plush seat) and a shortened frame (for my shortened frame). I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am to have this bike. Ever since I broke my leg last year, my usual work outs of yoga and running and other work outs of the high impact variety have been made obsolete. The extent of my break and subsequent hardware installed make it hard for me to just go out and beat the pavement. Since then, I've been looking for a low impact way to get my heart rate up.
And I'm just not ready for people to see me in a swimsuit yet.
So after pondering what to name my new blue bike (I name things, I'm a namer), I took him out today. I stayed on my city's approved bike lanes and headed toward my Favoritest Park in the Whole Wide World, Golden Gardens, which is about 3 miles from my home and a very easy ride. The day was sunny, rare for Seattle, but cold, but it was gorgeous and you could see the Olympics in the distance of the water. I was very excited for my first ever bike ride for 6 basic miles.
I made it 1 mile and the bike and I turned back.
Honestly, I did not take into account my very real anxiety and the attitude of drivers towards cyclists. I was honked at and almost got hit a few times. Some jerk stared at me and blue bike like we were the plague coming to eat his children. He looked terrified. I'm just a girl on a blue bike, how offensive can I be? What is this thing that happens when fat people get judged both for not working out AND for actively working out? Shouldn't someone be all, "Hey that's a fat girl on a bike. Good for her. She's working at it." not "FAT GIRL ON A BIKE! EWWWWW! AVERT YOUR EYES CHILDREN!"?
Seriously. It's rude. Grow a soul you judgmental douche.
Maybe I should just tell him that my time machine is broken and I can't just go back in time to 13 year old Jenny and say, "Eat your greens, give up wheat, go out and get healthy so some jack ass won't stare at you when you ride your bike in the future. Also, give up on side ponytails, they aren't working for you."
Hey, I just figured out what to name by bike: TARDIS.
TARDIS and I aren't beaten, we are just resolved. Next time, TARDIS and I are going to drive to a designated bike trail like Elliot Bay or Seward Park. There, we shall at least be among other bikes, avoid cars altogether and I'll work on overcoming the ineffable fat shaming.
In other news, bleu cheese on my salad makes me so happy. There is something about the delightfully strong, tart taste against something sweet like cranberries, and mixed with creamy yummy-ness of avocados to make my chicken salad just filthy. Filthy good. FILTHY AMAZING.
I am starting my Whole30/Sugar Detox tomorrow and will be giving up the dairy, the sugar and the alcohol. But that's okay. By doing so combined already with my paleo ways, I'm going to accelerate this weight loss I'm going through.
My goal is to be svelte. Ohs yes. And it's only 30 days. I can do it. I've done it in the past. I'll do it again. You can't stop me.
My main plan is to drop a significant amount of weight before I go see my gentleman friend in April. He likes me just as I am, which is incredibly sweet and makes me feel all googly inside, but I feel that I should be healthier for him as well as myself. What's the point of liking someone when there is a possibility that they won't be around due to their own habits? You wouldn't tell your friend to like a drug addict. They have no future, they only care about the fix, they are a spiral of negativity and no true friend would support such a relationship.
Now, I'm not likening not eating paleo to drug addiction, but I will concede that for me, I have some serious habits to kick. I also want to be around for him. I want to be happy and healthy and live a long time. It won't happen overnight, but hanging out with TARDIS and working towards paleo health are a great way to get these things done. Also the vitamin d from the sunshine helps, too.
Feeling hopeful.
And I'm just not ready for people to see me in a swimsuit yet.
So after pondering what to name my new blue bike (I name things, I'm a namer), I took him out today. I stayed on my city's approved bike lanes and headed toward my Favoritest Park in the Whole Wide World, Golden Gardens, which is about 3 miles from my home and a very easy ride. The day was sunny, rare for Seattle, but cold, but it was gorgeous and you could see the Olympics in the distance of the water. I was very excited for my first ever bike ride for 6 basic miles.
I made it 1 mile and the bike and I turned back.
Honestly, I did not take into account my very real anxiety and the attitude of drivers towards cyclists. I was honked at and almost got hit a few times. Some jerk stared at me and blue bike like we were the plague coming to eat his children. He looked terrified. I'm just a girl on a blue bike, how offensive can I be? What is this thing that happens when fat people get judged both for not working out AND for actively working out? Shouldn't someone be all, "Hey that's a fat girl on a bike. Good for her. She's working at it." not "FAT GIRL ON A BIKE! EWWWWW! AVERT YOUR EYES CHILDREN!"?
Seriously. It's rude. Grow a soul you judgmental douche.
Maybe I should just tell him that my time machine is broken and I can't just go back in time to 13 year old Jenny and say, "Eat your greens, give up wheat, go out and get healthy so some jack ass won't stare at you when you ride your bike in the future. Also, give up on side ponytails, they aren't working for you."
Hey, I just figured out what to name by bike: TARDIS.
TARDIS and I aren't beaten, we are just resolved. Next time, TARDIS and I are going to drive to a designated bike trail like Elliot Bay or Seward Park. There, we shall at least be among other bikes, avoid cars altogether and I'll work on overcoming the ineffable fat shaming.
In other news, bleu cheese on my salad makes me so happy. There is something about the delightfully strong, tart taste against something sweet like cranberries, and mixed with creamy yummy-ness of avocados to make my chicken salad just filthy. Filthy good. FILTHY AMAZING.
I am starting my Whole30/Sugar Detox tomorrow and will be giving up the dairy, the sugar and the alcohol. But that's okay. By doing so combined already with my paleo ways, I'm going to accelerate this weight loss I'm going through.
My goal is to be svelte. Ohs yes. And it's only 30 days. I can do it. I've done it in the past. I'll do it again. You can't stop me.
My main plan is to drop a significant amount of weight before I go see my gentleman friend in April. He likes me just as I am, which is incredibly sweet and makes me feel all googly inside, but I feel that I should be healthier for him as well as myself. What's the point of liking someone when there is a possibility that they won't be around due to their own habits? You wouldn't tell your friend to like a drug addict. They have no future, they only care about the fix, they are a spiral of negativity and no true friend would support such a relationship.
Now, I'm not likening not eating paleo to drug addiction, but I will concede that for me, I have some serious habits to kick. I also want to be around for him. I want to be happy and healthy and live a long time. It won't happen overnight, but hanging out with TARDIS and working towards paleo health are a great way to get these things done. Also the vitamin d from the sunshine helps, too.
Feeling hopeful.
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