Originally Posted by
Zoxe
In 2008, my youngest brother got married. I never thought of myself as "fat" until I got the pictures back of me and my brothers in tuxedos. Once I saw them, I understood why so many family members came up to me and asked if "I was okay." That's what got me interested in riding bikes, avoiding fast food, and being more active instead of sitting at this PC for 8 hrs a night after work.
More recently, bloodwork came back and I have high cholesterol. Doc says I can lose 30 lbs or go on meds for life. High chol is in my genetic predisposition, but if I can lose some weight and stay off the pills even for few years, it's extra time I'll have before my liver burns up. So for the past 3 months I've been on a war path against the poundage. Maybe I can get off my gout med too.
I look like a big, puffy bird in my wedding photos. While I'm not "fat," per se, I have quite a bit of meat around my midsection. I look pregnant, for the lack of a better term. Since I've gotten back into biking I have probably lost a half inch off my waist (size 36) but I have a long way to go. I'd really like to get myself down to around 165 lbs, give or take a few. Right now I'm hovering between 210-212 lbs; my love for any food that's bad for me is making it difficult, as the first thing I wanna do after a hard ride is hit McDonald's or King's New York Pizza.
It's as if biking gives me an excuse to eat garbage because "I just burned the calories I'm going to eat and my body will burn them for another few hours."
