So I stepped on a scale for the first time since ever and wow, 182. I sort of figured it would be worse, like maybe the screen would flash "hippo" or something but it didn't. Things happen while you're busy doing other things...John Lennon I'm not, obviously. I've been so busy whining that I let a few of my cardinal rules fly and I've been trying to make up for it. I'm back on my tea and oatmeal diet at work, which worked very well at the bank. I'm measuring everything which I stopped doing at some point and that was a bad idea. 'Course I was measuring sugar for my tea yesterday when I dropped the box and dumped about three tablespoons in the cup. It was gross but it was my last tea bag...it was a good reminder that extra sugar isn't as tasty as you think and I ended up dumping most of it. YAY!
In the way of working off that hippo status I went for a bike ride today. OH MY GOD. Apparently riding a bike up a mountain after two years of slacking is a poor idea. As in terrible, and painful and dead making, and also my fingers are numb which is just weird. Apparently I was only gone for 20 minutes which means that I spent 5 minutes riding and 15 minutes walking my bike back up the hill crying. No not really with the crying. I suppose I should look at it as a challenge to ride up the hill one day. One day before I'm 80, that's my goal.
It's fun to try new things and it's good that my legs hurt so much I want to cut them off. That must mean I worked hard today. Yay me. I passed some sort of healthy living milestone yesterday because I got home from work and cleaned and washed and cooked dinner and did pilates all before Matt got home from work. It felt really energizing to get things done. I must remember that when my id wants to eat ice cream and watch reruns of Firefly.