That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I just hit fighting weight.
No change in diet. Burgers, pizza, even a soda once in a blue moon (nothing, and I mean nothing, is better than an ice cold Coke 50 miles into a 75 mile ride)… It’s all good.
Simply miles, time, and choosing to refrain from overeating.
I am a lean, mean, cycling machine.
I received two compliments yesterday, from a new customer of mine and an acquaintance. Yet another from one of the guys I ride with, Tuesday.
For a rare few, it makes sense to me that fitness can be a little more difficult than sensibility, time, and effort. For the rest of us, myself included, it’s all good times and noodle salad as long as I stick with the program.
Life isn’t always easy but is good. One day at a time.