Quick intro: I'm 50 years old, 6'1", 280 lbs (down from 313 a couple months ago - Unindicted Co-conspirator and I joined Weight Watchers together). I am not now nor have I ever been athletic. About 18 years ago, weighing about 300, I bought a Biachi Boardwalk and began commuting. Between the riding and a rather unsound diet, I lost a bunch of weight and a gall bladder. Did this a couple more times over the years (healthier diet and a local gym let me keep my remaining organs). Sadly, my capacity for rationalization and indolence is exceeded only by my appetite. Sloth and gluttony are my favorite deadly sins.
Local gym is no more, I'm not yet ready to face hardbodied twenty-somethings at bigger gyms, and the feets are getting sore from two-hour walks. Then I remembered the Bianchi gathering rust and cobwebs in the basement. I dragged it down to my Local Bike Shop last Friday and started reading this forum. The bike should be back in working order by this Friday. I no longer live in a place where I can commute, but I've got plenty of paved roads and nearby trails to ride evenings and weekends. Cardiologist gave me a thumbs up, and I'm really looking forward to getting back on the bike again.
One thing that impresses me in this Forum is that you folks have forgotten more about cycling than I ever knew (and you havn't forgotten much!). Any words of wisdom for a prodigal?