Last year, while I was sick, I had enormous problems eating. Like I was going to vomit and at other times, I just wasn’t hungry. After I recovered, food tasted so good and now I’m way overboard. How overboard? My knees are starting to hurt which I’m interpreting as my body saying, “OK lard-ass, we really need to cut out the Texas Burgers at Pinballz, Dr. Pepper in general and get to the gym.”
As much as I love to run and am striving to get to my next destination (Toad River, BC), I thought it would be unwise until I get back down to 250. Yeah, I weigh even more than Homer Simpson, my target to avoid.
This leaves these killer indoor bikes at the gym. You set up an account and it tracks your cumulative progress. I’ve been on them infrequently since 2015 (maybe) and yesterday I had racked up 18 cumulative hours. The bike’s computer then said, “Congratulations! Amelia Earhart’s flight from Hawaii to California was 18 hours long.” Currently, I’m cycling an hour every day while my Apple Watch tracks the workout elements. The Activity application never monitors cycling exercise on its out, but when I fire up Workout, blammo! I manage to close the exercise ring twice a day!
So until I get back to running, I will put aside the progression bar and substitute the one for cycling. I also hope to break my ring-closing record of 12 days in a row. Maybe I will exceed my longest set record, way back when I was seriously running over three miles a day, 70 days in a row.
Oh yeah, Somara will be helping me lower my intake and what I do stuff my face with.