Of not going liquid only again

This blog started six years ago because at the time I was starting a new liquid diet and wanted a public spot to talk about it outside of my other we presences.   In other words I was too lazy to setup WordPress.

I came to a crossroads this week, frustrated by weight gain over my last year of inactivity and wanted a jumpstart.  I heavily considered going back on said liquid diet, my mind seemingly made up.  Then it wasn't.

To Fix This I need to fix the root of the problem.  Simply put - every time I get off the bike and eat processed or pre-prepared food I go downhill. Fast.  I'm just not like everyone else for better or for worse.  Just like alcohol, something inside of me just can't stay in control.  So I, after all this time, need to learn.

I also need to remember that the bike is sanity, goodness, saving, and grace wrapped into one. 

When I drive to work, even after doing it consistently for a time, it feels weird.  When I ride, regardless of pain or what have you, it feels right. 

I like that feeling.   I need a billboard in front of my face reminding me of it.

Best seat in the house

I could complain about a lot of things, but the view from my office is not one of them.  That's the path that takes me to work every day, and from home I take it the entire way except for four blocks of side streets and a sidewalk. Five miles of smooth bicycle highway, right up to work. 

Four out of five commutes last week, and commuted today to start off the week.  The LHT is in dire need of maintenance, but I'm liking riding it too much.  Maybe I can see if the shop can squeeze me in? New brakes, brake pads, cables, chain, rear hub rebuild, bar tape and new der cables should have her rolling like new.  All for about the cost of 2 tanks log fuel.

While writing the check for license plates today I realize they cost 1/4th the price of the Pugsley complete I want, and 1/3rd the cost of my LHT.  Hrmmmm...

Spring Training

Sometimes enough has to hit enough and something gives. That something was me, and my now refusal to drive a car. Or rather, refusal to rely and crutch upon it.

So I rode to work today, and it was good.

That is all... for now