I used to swim…a lot. I wound up with a messed up shoulder, took a year off, went back to it only to discover that even after PT it was not healed enough, took another year off, and it still wasn’t cooperating. So I started riding my bike. I’d like to be outside riding right …
All right. Not only have I committed to a 15K in January, I committed to a 60 mile walk in November. Three day, 60 miles, to raise money for breast cancer. I fully intend to use my bike as a major part of my cardio work; I did the walk a couple years ago after …
Not the bike riding; I dig that. But the whole process of building better habits and getting into a shape other than round, and then not seeing scale results, sucks. If My Fitness Pal was correct, I’d weigh 10 pounds less than I do right now. I log all my food, I log my exercise, …
Yesterday, had anyone asked me if I’d had a blog titled Fat Kat, I would have scrunched up my nose as I considered it, and then denied that I’d ever written such a thing. It would have rung no bells, tickled no memory in the back of my head. I would have been surprised to …
Riding My Asterisk Off 