Kangatopia

Ok, seriously, just one more post and then, I promise, I am going to do some work or something. (But, I’ve had a lot of coffee and am feeling good, really good, really fucking great actually.) This dieting and exercise thing is really getting on my nerves. One day Shep wakes up and finding that he weighs 365 pounds and his heart is doing weird little acrobatics that a heart should only do when being tossed around outside the body by a doctor, scientist or serial killer, he decides to lose some weight. One year and one month later he weighs 195 pounds, and is as hot as a freshly baked muffin or tart or long haired romance novel cover guy. I wake up one day after getting dumped, and find that I gained a lot of weight during that relationship when I only needed to lose weight and decide that in order to regain my self-esteem and try to get my feet back on the ground emotionally that I will lose weight, explore my growing passion for cycling and try to forget about men and sex for awhile. (It was, by the way, just at that point that I met Shep. God, I love that man. I really can’t say it enough. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. )

So, now it’s been 8 months and I’ve lost 35 pounds, and stopped. That’s it. No more weight loss. Of course, it’s the holidays and winter so I’m eating a little more and can’t ride as much, but still.
I actually don’t know where I’m going with this, except to say that weight loss has stalled and I’d sort of hoped that it wouldn’t and now don’t know how to stave off the bulking up for winter biological urge. The only thing for it is to keep working out, and riding when I can, and hoping that I, at least, won’t gain through the holidays.