When we met, we both were in pretty good shape. In fact, I was in the best shape of my adult life. I was down to 135, running almost every day or doing some sort of cardio like it was going out of style. I watched what I ate. I logged my calories on myfitnesspal.com and was really in tune with my body. So, riding on the back of that bike, I didn't really feel like a big lard ass. And at one point, when I saw this picture on the exhaust of his bike, I scoffed, then chuckled. "I take it this is my warning to not be gaining any weight?"
Why, yes. That is a picture that says, "No Fat Chicks". Crude? Yes. Hilarious? Perhaps at one time. (Cuz, let's face it, no one wants to see anyone's big ol' booty on the back of a crotch rocket--man or woman!) But this is also what I come to expect from my man that also has a scantily clad woman on his helmet. He's grown up a lot since he first bought his bike several years ago. You see...as these past two years have gone by, we both have gained weight, or as I like to call it, "Happy Fat". Cooking, hanging out and just spending time together took a huge step to the forefront of our well being. And well...our bodies have paid.
So, what's all this have to do with the motorcycle? Oh yes. Well, we rode a few times last year...and this year, not at all. I'm feeling a little guilty looking at this plaque on his bike and thinking I still qualify for riding on the back. So, it's a little form of motivation. I LOVE riding, but I refuse to look like one of those chicks whose butt is too big for, what's a barely visible seat to begin with.
Here's to losing weight and being fit. Ride on!
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