I'm losing one of my most faithful and constant biking companions. And I'm not going to miss this so-called friend, either.
This companion has been w/me every turn of the cranks since I started cycling. Slowing me down. Taunting me. Reminding me I'm slower than I need to be, that I need to lose weight to be a better cyclist. This riding companion has been making me feel inferior and not as good as others. Why would anyone have a cycling companion like this?
This companion that I'm losing has been a tenacious, and doesn't want to leave me alone, no matter how many times I've tried to drop him. He's been there, hanging on, humiliating me.
This companion is my gut.
And in Jan, I lost 9 pounds of him and I hope to be seeing even less of him in another month.
| Pounds lost: 21.2