It took a bit of finagling, but I’ve moved this blog from Blogger to its own domain. I’m not 100% sure why, because I liked the look I had and I’m familiar with the Blogger layout and know how to tweak a template there. Yet I also wanted to play with WordPress, and figured the blog that has zero traction is the one to tinker with.
Moving it meant going back and reading old posts; not everything made the cut, but even the stuff I kept from the beginning is pretty goddamed boring. I’d like to make this a whole lot less boring, but I didn’t think I should scrap everything and start over.
It’s not like anyone is going to go back and read that crap. If you do, well, I’m sorry. But you were warned.
I’ll probably play with the template until I find something I like better.
I’ll definitely pay more attention to content. While this is my journey–the ups and downs of trying to carve around 80 pounds off my body and keep it off–it doesn’t have to be a snoozefest. I’m a writer, dammit, I should be able to do more than whine about water weight and plateaus.
It might be a lot of bike riding, especially once I move beyond riding around my little town. I’d like to explore, to check out bike trails and long rides in the area. I’d also like those rides to be a hell of a lot safer than they currently are, but I can’t have everything, I suppose.
I’ll never be the cyclist in padded shorts and a skin tight jersey, bent over a slick, spendy 12 speed. I might be in leggings, but chances are I’ll be the old lady riding a cruiser-style bike while rocking the track pants, t-shirt, and neon pink hair. Most of the time I’ll be on my even more neon pink electric bike, but I’m slowly working toward a road bike.
I have a whole lot of fears wrapped around a road bike. A few years ago I was tooling around town on mine and my blood sugar crashed. I barely got off the bike before I passed out…and now in the back of my mind is the idea that it will happen again, though I won’t be able to stop and get off in time.
That’s the biggest reason I ride an electric. I usually know when I’m about to crash and burn and can do something about it. With the electric, I can stop pedaling and hit the throttle and get to help pretty freaking fast. It’s largely a mental thing, I know, but it’s also been a whole lot better on my knees and my back, and as a result I ride longer and harder than I used to.
Losing weight is no longer my primary focus, though it is still a major goal. Mostly what I want is to be active and healthy; if I can do that, I think the weight will take care of itself.
But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I really, really want to be able to wear a tight t-shirt without having a raging muffin top flopping all over the place. I think if I can achieve that, all while continuing to ride and distance-walk, I’ll be satisfied.
But first…tweak the template. This one is kind of boring.
Riding My Asterisk Off 