Weigh-in Wednesday revealed a 210.2 to me. That's pretty good. It's not massive, but it's a trend, and I like weight-loss trends.
I haven't been very good about working out this week. My legs have been pretty sore for some reason, but I'll get some mileage in this weekend. I had a nice lunch ride on Tuesday, and decided to do my hill climbing route for some stupid reason. Within the first 10 minutes of the ride I was tasting the blood from burst capillaries in my lungs. I guess competitive cycling does give you the ability to push pretty hard, sometimes I forget how far off back I fell off the wagon.
Ah well, I'm still young-ish enough. At least I feel that way. I wonder why that is. I'm not *that* active, but I still love running around with the kids like I'm 16. Probably a little slower and jigglier than 16, but you get the idea. Maybe I just refuse to get old.
I hope to die "with my boots on" and with a completely broken-down, worn out body. That might be optimistic, but I think it's something to shoot for.
That's it for now. I gotta get back to the real world for a bit.