Now just over half way through the first week, I’m struck not only by the weight loss, but the increases in the amount of personal time and energy. With the daylight hours near their annual max, this is strickingly apparent.
I haven’t been on the bike in well over a week. For one thing, the garage door is busted. I think the tension spring has weaked, a normal occurance I expect, and the chain drive slips with a horrible noise during the “Go Up” operation. We can still operate it manually, but when I think about getting on the bike, I think I should really fix the damn door, and I don’t want to do that either, so I sit in front of the computer or do dishes instead. That shows you how much I am avoiding the door. The door or dishes. Hmmm. Not a very proud zen moment, I confess.
OK. I’ll fix the door this evening. How hard can it be?