Form One Lane

Some photo-based navel-gazing

So yeah, there's a photo of me on my website. That's kind of new, not something I usually do (Facebook is an exception; the peeps there are already unlucky enough to know what I look like). The somewhat loopy nature of some of these posts is now explained, at least: I 'blog while hanging upside-down, like a bat with a bad back.

It's hard to recognise myself in the photo, partly because I'm not wearing glasses (or pants), and partly because I look a lot thinner than I'm used to. I've now lost 40kg since I started my diet and exercise programme two years ago; the last 10, however, is proving stubbornly, frustratingly difficult to shift. A part of my plan for kick-starting the weight loss again and shedding the last of my TSA image is to start riding my childhood mountain bike around the place.

This arvo I rode down to my gym (3km away, mostly downhill) then veered off through South Canberra for an extended detour (mostly gentle uphill). So in all I rode about 10 kilometres, mostly uphill. Which, y'know, nearly killed me. Hiking caused me to re-evaluate my idea of what a "steep uphill slope" meant; cycling, however, is causing me to backslide. I gather 10 kilometres isn't very far by cycling standards, so I guess I've a ways to go on the whole "fitness" thing. Oh, well, no doubt it'll be worth it.