Yesterday I noticed that I haven't been paying attention to my body's recent signs that I have been unconsciously upping the volume, when it comes to food. I found myself stuffed after my morning smoothie, realized I've been making the smoothie a little bigger every day, and realized my body has been protesting that, but I've not been listening. I am so grateful for this "catch" and the smoothie will go back to its smaller size today. Funny how old bad habits (like squeezing the maximum possible amount of food into a container) try to rear their ugly heads. It's a journey, folks.
Yesterday I received a most unexpected gift. She doesn't have a name yet, though I have an idea (I just need to ride her first to make sure a different name doesn't suggest itself once I get on.)
She belonged to a friend, whose last ride on her included a spectacular wreck, with a 100+ pound St. Bernard being the catalyst. She's been parked in a garage on a farm since then, collecting dust. So she wants some cleaning up and tuning up, but oohhhhhhhh she's a beauty! A road bike! This is what my son and the guy that fixes Lulu have been on me to try! She doesn't have those ultra-skinny tires, and I like that about her - I kind of cringe every time I consider plopping this butt into the saddle of something that rolls on tires so skinny that they can hardly be seen.
I have been resistant to considering a road bike, mostly because I love Lulu so much, but also because of that skinny tire thing AND because...dude...road bikes ain't cheap! And this girl is a first-class lady, well beyond what my budget was going to afford me without many months of saving up. Omigosh. I am DYING! I want to ride her so bad...and I am trying to wait until she's all tuned up (but tonight I might spin her around the parking lot, at least...)
Though I have one name in mind, and I need to ride and see if she tells me her name, I would also welcome the fun of your suggestions, if you have any. Just sayin!