Friday, February 1, 2013

My Heart is Home

I love this photo!
I wasn't ready for a ride. The weather was warm. I didn't want to waste the opportunity. I walked to the Bikestation where I keep my Trikke, Black Birdie, and rode her home. She now sits in the living room where I glance at her affectionately. If I'm not going to ride her at least I can remember what I am missing.

It actually is a form of torture. That's the idea. I need to install an eject button under my couch cushions, but until then my Trikke will sit in the living room where I need to step around her to get to the kitchen. Did I just uncover another motivating factor in my journey to control my bad eating habits? I must step around my Trikke to get to the kitchen...

So while I enjoy the company of Black Birdie, I will be conscious of whether I can curb the marshmallow creme dreams and focus on brown rice and veggies to fill out my menu and stomach. This is after all the beginning of a new month with promises of warm weather and the familiar heartbeat of spring.

I already feel more alive.
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  1. What a great idea to have Black Birdie come between you and your kitchen, lol! Seriously though, I hope having her around will help motivate you through your recovery.

    I was just in my basement doing laundry, where Rokk-It Red and Lean Green are enjoying their winter slumber. I spent a moment looking at them longingly, and remembering how they make me happy and energized when I ride them. We had snow here yesterday, and more is coming tonight, so I know I have to be patient. Spring will be here so soon though, and before you know it we'll be sharing stories of our rides again.

    Hang in there, stay strong, and continue with your recovery! :)

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