'Mom....she couldn't even make it up a hill.' When I was in sixth grade I overheard my sister say this to my mom after we had gone on a bike ride. Sarah didn't mean to embarrass me or make fun of me with the comment...I think it was more out of concern.
Perhaps this is the reason why I feel it necessary to participate in bike to work month now as an adult. Every workday during the month of May I haul my ars up Capitol Hill. Although I sometimes have to stop before making it to the top and I am ALWAYS head-poundingly out of breath by the time I'm done, I'm always proud of myself.
When I was young I was so extremely frustrated with my chubbiness. Now that I'm older I think that my chubbiness might have been a bit of a blessing. While everyone else took it for granted that they were thin (and assumed that they always would be), I was forced to take action at a young age to battle against the bulge. Now it's habit and I find myself thinking frequently 'this is the thinnest I've ever been as an adult'.
It's been a loooong up hill battle, but I'm happy to say that I am further up this hill of health than I was years ago.
Without bad times in life, there are never good times. Without challenges in life, there is nothing to win. Rev. Adumb 2011.
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