Geri's Bike + Rocky Road (true food junkie confessions)

Geri bought a new bike that I've been riding during the week while she's at work. It's the old marriage vow I took a quarter of a century ago that went something like,  "What's mine is mine and what's yours is ours." It is works both ways, for both partners.

I love this bike, which is made by Giant. It has a lightweight aluminum frame, Shimano gears, disk brakes, big tires that grip the road well, and I sit up higher than on my steel street bike. This bike is an on/off road bike.  Best of it  has two lower gears than my street bike. It just sail along smoothly.

I was riding up a hill next to a school in our hood. This young Arab girl, with a headdress, maybe 10 years old, was watching me the whole time. When I finally reached to where she was standing she said, "Yeah, yeah, I like what I see." I saw her again this morning, and we gave each other high fives.

I climbed a long hill I had scaled before. It's maybe a half mile gradual slope. The first time I tackled this hill I had to stop twice before I made it to the top. This time I did it without stopping. Having those extra three lower gears makes a world of a difference to me. I still have a long way to go before I'll be in peak shape.

I have a new 2014 Cannondale 24 gear touring bike coming that's on back order. It won't be here till late March, and it will be a bad ass cruiser. In fact the bike is called, the Bad Boy. You try to get away, but you keep getting sucked back in.

I had a sugar jones last night after our evening walk. To quell the overwhelming desire to saturate my body with sweetness I bought a pint of Hagen Das Rock Road, and a chocolate bar with nuts and sea salt.

I finished the chocolate bar first, and then told myself I'd just have a little of the ice cream.  My sweet tooth was not yet completely satisfied yet, just a couple of bites. Right. The next thing I knew I was tipping the container, and scraping the bottom with my spoon.

I can't seem to kick this sugar jones I picked up over the holidays.
I'm going to ride over to the farmer's market this Sunday, and buy a huge bag of organic carrots and that's going to be my sugar treat for next week. When I get the urge for a glucose rush that will be my go to treat along with some nuts. We'll see how that shakes out.

I don't even want to calculate the amount of calories. Junkie guilt fills my brain.

That's all for this week.

Life is what happens in between meals.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War