A new way of looking at things
I won't get this serious again.
I promise ......
I promise ......
It's time for a change, I am tired
of the same old
same.
The same old words, the same old lines,
The same old tricks, the same old rhymes.
Boats to Build
Guy Clark
It is an easy joke that gets an easy laugh. If I meet someone new and want to put a smile on their face, I tell them that, "I am part of an elite cycling team called FROGs, Fat Riding Old Guys." It makes them smile. It works. I am not good at small talk and it gives me a starting point for conversation. From there I can tell them about my biking adventures. I can tell them about where I have been and where I hope to go. The joke gives me an easy way to chat with people. Like I said, it works.
Maybe it works too well. I think of myself as being fat. I am, I know. I have been overweight most of my life. Being fat is such a part of me. I want to be rid of that part. I want to stop looking at pictures of myself and thinking "God, look how thick I am!" I want to be able to look in a mirror and not get grossed out. I want my clothes to fit. I want to stop thinking of myself as being fat.
The Downriver Cycling Club currently has a fitness challenge among its members. Members of the club have weighed themselves. They have stepped on a scale that measures body fat. At the end of this challenge, we will re-weigh our selves, re-measure our body fat, see how much power out put we can generate on a fitness bike at a local gym, and finally race against each other on a Schwinn Velodyne. The winner will get some obscure prize to be determined later.
I have thrown myself into this challenge. I have rejoined Weight Watchers. I am dutifully counting my points and journaling everything I eat. I set my bicycle on an indoor trainer and spin each morning. I am back at the YMCA lifting weights. I am pushing myself like I have never done before. I do not want to win the obscure prize. The prize, what ever it will be, is not the motivation behind all of this blood, sweat, and tears. I no longer want to think of myself as fat. I want to think of myself as FIT!
A Fit Riding Old Guy!
And what a prize that will be.
The same old words, the same old lines,
The same old tricks, the same old rhymes.
Boats to Build
Guy Clark
It is an easy joke that gets an easy laugh. If I meet someone new and want to put a smile on their face, I tell them that, "I am part of an elite cycling team called FROGs, Fat Riding Old Guys." It makes them smile. It works. I am not good at small talk and it gives me a starting point for conversation. From there I can tell them about my biking adventures. I can tell them about where I have been and where I hope to go. The joke gives me an easy way to chat with people. Like I said, it works.
Maybe it works too well. I think of myself as being fat. I am, I know. I have been overweight most of my life. Being fat is such a part of me. I want to be rid of that part. I want to stop looking at pictures of myself and thinking "God, look how thick I am!" I want to be able to look in a mirror and not get grossed out. I want my clothes to fit. I want to stop thinking of myself as being fat.
The Downriver Cycling Club currently has a fitness challenge among its members. Members of the club have weighed themselves. They have stepped on a scale that measures body fat. At the end of this challenge, we will re-weigh our selves, re-measure our body fat, see how much power out put we can generate on a fitness bike at a local gym, and finally race against each other on a Schwinn Velodyne. The winner will get some obscure prize to be determined later.
I have thrown myself into this challenge. I have rejoined Weight Watchers. I am dutifully counting my points and journaling everything I eat. I set my bicycle on an indoor trainer and spin each morning. I am back at the YMCA lifting weights. I am pushing myself like I have never done before. I do not want to win the obscure prize. The prize, what ever it will be, is not the motivation behind all of this blood, sweat, and tears. I no longer want to think of myself as fat. I want to think of myself as FIT!
A Fit Riding Old Guy!
And what a prize that will be.
Posted: Tue - January 24, 2006 at 08:51 PM
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