A week's worth of stuff

We came across a trail gnome at work in the middle of the week.  There's some fantastic work being done out in SMH on the trails.  If you're interested in helping out, check out OMBA's trail day this coming Saturday.

My camera couldn't focus on all the bikes (nearly 400) at the Bicycles For Humanity bike prep last night.  In about two hours we were able to break down and prep nearly 120 bikes. 

As part of supporting and advertising what B4H is all about, this year ten of us will be racing at 24 Hrs of Summer Solstice on behalf of B4H to raise funds and awareness.  More info on that to come.

I've gained a few 'Followers' Down Under.  Robbie was supposed to get a photo of one of my Jebus stickers (which she'd agree to do if I sent her one) on a kangaroo but at the last minute chickened out.  Aussies . . . pffffft, I thought that they were supposed to be tough.  "Knife?  This is a knife!"  While out on a ride she snapped the above photo and reconsidered approaching.  I don't blame her.  Check out the size of the arms on that roo!

I worked some very long hours on the weekend and didn't have the motivation or energy to ride other than to and from work.  Each day I'd pretty much come home, crash on the couch and eat Bits & Bites (cause life is too short not to eat Bits & Bites) wearing only my boxer shorts.  I couldn't even muster up the energy to take a photo, hence the re-created drawing from memory.  Miss Pibbs (our illegitimate cat) looks at me in disgust.  Yes, even a cat can see that I am an overweight slugg-o. Apparently I've also turned Asian from all the long hours of work and laziness.  Me soooo huuuungry.

Secret Lies Lay in the Rubbish Bin

Pretty innocent looking photo.  My workshop garbage can on the floor beneath the end of my waxing bench to catch all the scrapped off wax.  What lurks inside of the rubbish bin are secrets.  Secrets of nutritional infidelity.

Since October/November'ish I've been gradually getting my weight down from an all time high of 211 lbs.  Over the past couple of weeks it seems that I've plateaued at about 196 lbs.  Or at least that's what I've been telling myself.  15 lbs is a good chunk of chunkiness to drop, if I do say so myself.  It's about the weight of a bike! 

I've even begun to accept the fact that this may be my predetermined and natural weight that Jebus feels is correct for ME.  And who am I to argue with Jebus.  I feel healthy even though I don't look 'cycling fit & healthy'. 

However, I think that I've been lying to myself a little and have been in denial.
 

A. Bits & Bites  B. my daughter's Goldfish snacks  C. Valentine's Day Hershey's Kisses  D.  Cliff Bar wrapper.

Whether it's been late nights getting off work and caving in to cravings on the drive home or falsley justifying a hard ski or trainer ride with "I really burnt more calories than there are in this bag of salty goodness . . . so I'm actually ahead!" . . . . either way, I've been indulging a bit too much.

My rubbish bin is evidence of that.  My late night snacking empty wrappers never make it into the kitchen garbage can, but instead get buried deep inside the workshop bin full of wax scrappings and workshop throw-out-ted'ness.  It's my secret place where I stash proof of my dietary infidelity.  Perhaps hiding it means it never happened.  Maybe I have deep psychological problems. Yes, yes I must.

Plateau because Jebus feels it's my fate to weigh 196lbs my arse.  Time to put down my pudgy foot and get back to what was working for me.