New Vlog and Weigh-In Update: AM I A RUNNER NOW?!?

Hello friends! First off I have to thank everyone who came forward to support me through my rough patch last week. If there’s one thing I know for sure about weight loss it’s that these bad weeks happen. The goal in managing them is having them only be weeks, and not letting them turn into bad months, bad years, or a bad life.

I’m happy to share that I got back on the proverbial horse and since the end of last week my food choices have been solid, I’v felt more in control, and I’ve gotten back into the swing of things with my activity. I’m still not rockin’ the cardio as much as maybe I should, but I’m putting in my best efforts, and that’s all I can really ask of myself!

In fact, last night I broke another personal record: I RAN A WHOLE MILE WITHOUT STOPPING!!! That’s a first, folks! I’m definitely feeling like running isn’t something I can say I “can’t do” any longer. I can run for over ten minutes at a time, and that’s amazing to me! Next goal is to run a 5k. I GOT THIS!

Next up, the weigh-in. I was very curious, this week, to see how my body dealt with my binge episodes and my return to activity. I like how my body approached it 🙂 Last week I weighed in at 186.0 lbs. This morning I weighed in at 182.8 lbs. That’s 3.2 lbs lost this week! Woot! That makes my total just a hair shy of a total of 90 lbs lost.

I’ll leave you with this video update. I talk a little more in it about my recovery from last week. And it’s a much more upbeat video than the last one, lol!

My Response to Emily: A Spark to a Flame, Find Your Kindling For Weight Loss Success

Hello friends! I’ve been remiss in posting here. While I have been posting regular video updates to my channel on YouTube, I haven’t always been linking those here. I am a bad, bad blogger. I guess I’ll make up for it today by posting a blog the length of a short novel, so sit down and get comfortable!

The last couple weeks have been a swirl of transition with me starting back to work. Things have been going… ehhhh, okayyyy I guess?

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic. Going back to work after being off for well-over a year is no walk in the park. Starting any new job is mentally exhausting (which of course leads to physical exhaustion as well), so I’ve been struggling with feeling really tired in a way I haven’t in a very, very long time. But it’s a GOOD tired. It’s not depression tiredness, or slug tiredness; it’s a tired sensation that has heaps of satisfaction underneath. And mornings are invigorating for me in a way they haven’t been in so, so long. I’m looking forward to going in to work every day. How crazy is that?

So despite my genuine efforts to be a superstar and knock balancing my new job with my healthy lifestyle outta the park on the first swing, I’ve still felt like I “haven’t been doing enough” in terms of activity by not formally hitting the gym three times a week. The fact that I was weighing myself every day and seeing the scale go up did not help mental matters. But I was bringing all my food, tracking it, walking around the office as much as possible to get my Fitbit steps in, trying to drink as much water as I could reasonably do while wearing Spanx (pro tip: spanx plus hydration doesn’t work – plus spanx cause me severe constipation, who knew?!?), and taking 15-minute walking breaks each day after lunch. All this while trying to absorb a lot of new information and process… I’ve been totally kicking ass! And yet, feeling funky about my weight.

And then I ended up hurting my foot and putting myself out of commission (and work) for 4 days last Friday night. **CHARLIE BROWN AAAAAAUGH** So yeah, last Friday I planned to go to the gym after work. Packed my gym bag and was all set to go, but mid-day I realized I had left my sports bra at home. Um. These knockers REQUIRE sports bras for anything jumpy I do at the gym, so, harrumph. But I was still DEAD SET on getting some activity in. So I decided to walk the campus at work (they have these 2, 3, and 5-mile fitness paths available) and get a 2 mile walk in.

But I took a shortcut and didn’t change my sneakers. BAD IDEA. The sneakers I wore to work didn’t have my orthotic inserts (also a BAD IDEA), so by the time I was finished with a 2.5 mile walk, my proverbial dogs were barking. Got home, took my shoes off and put my feet up for a couple hours, but when I got up to go to bed I COULDN’T WALK. My right foot was totally out of commission. Couldn’t bear any weight on it and hopped on my left leg into bed hoping overnight rest would fix it. Nope.

Long story short: trip to urgent care revealed a bone spur near my Achilles tendon’s insertion point on the heel, but they couldn’t help me. I spent all day Sunday on the couch. It wasn’t until yesterday afternoon that I could actually put my heel on the floor and put any pressure on it. By the time my appointment with a podiatrist rolled around, I was about 75% recovered. (Yay!)

But this hiccup took a toll, just like the job did. But this toll has been higher. See, what happens when I get sick? Well, my eating goes to hell. It started on Saturday with a trip to Five Guys for burgers. And then Sunday I ate a giant burrito. And then yesterday I finished that burrito and had pizza and a giant chocolate chip cookie for dinner. And I started thinking about going to get a dozen donuts for myself this morning. Feeling mighty binge-y at the moment. Classic Julie. Get sick? EAT ALL THE FOOD.

This is where I’ll transition to talking about my friend, Emily. You may know her. She’s kinda awesome. I woke up this morning and before I had even wiped the sleep from my eyes, I was reading her latest post. If you haven’t seen it, click here and read it now. And make sure to watch the embedded video, too. The rest of this post can wait.

Okay, didya read it? Cool! We can move forward!

I was so inspired by her post that as I was reading it I got up out of bed and started heading towards my laptop. I was so flooded with feelings that I was compelled to respond. And thus here I am. I know that in this blog I choose to celebrate my successes a lot. That’s part of why I’m successful, I think, is that I don’t let the small victories pass without bragging them up all over the place. It makes me feel good, helps me stay motivated, and keeps me on what is generally a very rocky path.

The part of Emily’s post that I really wanted to respond to was this:

“I’m still not in a place where I 100% believe that I will lose the weight and build a solid recovery from Binge Eating Disorder. Frankly, I don’t know if that confidence will ever come. I wish I could be one of those people who has a grand “AH HA!” moment, where the heavens open up and I’m suddenly struck with a never-before-felt sense of purpose and motivation.

I am just not one of those people.”

This has been me for so, so long. So many previous efforts, I felt this at my core. Sure, you get yourself whipped up into some willpower frenzy, feel like you can take on the world for a bit, then the reality of a slow process hits you in the face pretty quickly, and you lose that motivation. That’s being human. Why is it different this time?

When I started this process I was in a dark, dark place. I had been out of work, had fallen into another massive depression spell, and was working through it. My eating was off-the-charts bad. And I was feeling the physical effects of the weight on my body in ways I hadn’t previously. When taking my daily walk from the bed to the couch, I’d feel my heart pound and would actually feel winded at the end of it! I despised myself. I felt suicidal. I felt that I had screwed my life up so much it might just be better to end it.

I reached out for help. I always do, thank goodness. I sought counseling for my depression, and slowly, like it usually does, the depression started to lift. I started to care about myself, the teeniest, tiniest of bits. And when I crawl out of my depression funk, one of the first things I start thinking about it losing weight. It’s like a self-defeating cycle.

I knew I had food issues that I needed to work on. I didn’t know how to approach my desires to lose weight, so of course, TO THE INTERNET! I found blogs to follow, I looked up nutritional counseling, found a practice nearby that seemed like it was what I needed, and met a fabulously-positive counselor who made me feel supported and normal and human in a way I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. And then I did the thing that ended up changing everything for me: I called my insurance to find out how to extend my available time with her, and learned what services were available to me. This is how I found 20/20 Lifestyles, which, for me, was the structure I needed to really start on this journey for reals.

Here’s the thing: while there is a place of hope that needs to happen at some point on your weight loss journey (usually at the start), this hope needs to be supported sufficiently and strengthened by success.

That hope is not enough to carry us. We need supportive structures around us that keep that hope alive. Because wanting it isn’t enough. I’ve been that person who’s been wanting to lose weight, knows I NEED to lose weight for my health, but I didn’t feel that hope deep down for very long. Maybe for a week or two, but never long enough to sustain the necessary efforts. This has gone on since I was a teenager. And this is what got me up to being so overweight.

That “A Ha!” moment Emily mentioned doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It usually starts with a small spark. Maybe there’s a little fuel to keep it flaming for a second or two. But without a sustained supply of oxygen, it will not keep burning. We get those sparks dozens of times, maybe hundreds of times. But so rarely do we have that sustainable resource of support to keep us going.

Part of the 20/20 Lifestyles program were weekly support group meetings with other women on the program. That group started with about ten women, and ended with merely three of us. The fact is one solution isn’t the kindling for us all. We all have individual needs in that regard. What works for someone else isn’t gonna work for me, and vice versa. For some food tracking may be the thing that works for them. For others, they may need a hearty rewards system. Still others may need intense years of therapy to keep them going. And some, like me, may need ALL of those things and more!

The other part of Emily’s post I wanted to address was that overwhelming feeling of having so much weight to lose. When you’re looking at needing to lose over 100 lbs to get down to a reasonable weight, and losing 1 or 2 lbs a week is your average (or less), it can feel too monumental a task. The hope helps at this stage.

But as you start knocking pounds off, two things happen:

1) You start realizing you CAN do it. That spark starts to become your persona. You’re not just hopeful that you can do it, you ARE doing it; and,

2) The changes you’ve effected start to work in your favor. Your eating patterns are different, and habits are formed that make it considerably easier to resist temptation. Activity becomes part of your life and missing out on it becomes something you actually MISS when denied the opportunity. And as you get smaller/fitter/whatever there’s a strength that comes that makes you feel empowered to do more, to strive for more. Confidences are gained that you never thought possible. That doesn’t happen at the END of the rainbow, that can hit at any point along your journey! Thank goodness!

These two changes, these evolutions that occur are vital, as well. Because, life. Illness happens, injury happens, funky times happen. I’m going through it right now. Last night I was plotting the route to Top Pot Doughnuts and planning which dozen I would select. This morning I’m thinking about the leftover pizza in my fridge. I WILL ALWAYS HAVE THESE URGES, AND SOMETIMES I WILL GIVE IN TO THESE URGES AND BINGE.

But you know what? That doesn’t mean I’m going to fail. That’s not something I felt at the beginning, I can 100% tell you that. But I feel it at my core now. I am not sick with feeling of failure while planning on eating pizza. I know that I’m going through something (injury + TOM hormones = binge), but that I’ve gone through something before and come out of it. This is what self-compassion is for me, and it’s vital to this process of transformation.

At the end of this, all I can really advise is: find your kindling wherever you can, and fan those flames, friends! I know we can win at this!

What Recovery Means

Yesterday was a rough day for me. I’m lucky, as I haven’t had too many of these kinds of days lately, but last night I really struggled with some personal issues and keeping my deep desire to emotionally eat in check. The day started well enough, but slowly I just sort of lost the plot on the day and some sadness crept up and settled in for a long stay. I’d like to chat here about how my food issues were involved, as it’s a case-study in emotional eating.

Pretty early on in the day (before lunch) I started thinking about frozen yogurt. I usually try to treat myself to a trip to the local Menchie’s franchise at least once a week to feed my need for treats. It keeps me in check, and keeps my historical cravings for things like banana splits and whole pints of Ben & Jerry’s at bay. Because the day was rather overcast and cool, and the future forecast for the week showed warmer, sunnier weather, I decided to ditch the froyo idea for the day and hold off for a more appropriate day.

I snacked on some kale chips (not really my thing, to be honest) and a half banana to tide me over until dinner. Sometime between the snack and dinnertime things went south QUICKLY with my mood. That old, familiar depressed feeling crept in. I was sad, lonely, craving something I couldn’t put into words. It probably didn’t help that I was watching enormously depressing documentaries on female infanticide and true crime shows on tv. By the time I needed to leave the house to run an errand, I started to think about a Five Guys cheeseburger, and how I could get one in my mouth while attending to that errand.

I managed to stave off the burger, but by the time I returned home I had fully hit that pre-binge food paralysis. Do you know it? It’s that feeling where your mind is ruminating over all the things you might be able to cram down your throat, the things you SHOULD eat (and how none of that sounds good enough right now), and that keeps you in your chair, paralyzed in a dark place. It makes the hunger worse, the feeling worse. In that food paralysis, I even took to what I call “angry chores”. This is a more recent development for me. Historically I’d just let the house wallow in uncleanliness, but now, if I didn’t know what to do about food or my sadness, dammit, those dishes were at least going to get washed!

Finishing up the cleaning, I still was in a rut. I was still talking myself through it – trying to force-feed myself all of the helpful advice I’ve learned in therapy: “You’re uncomfortable emotionally – THAT’S OKAY! Be okay with the feeling!” But the need, the desire to fill the hole in my heart with comfortable food was compelling.

Here I’ll get to the single-most effective strategy I can employ to defeat these urges when they arise: PREPAREDNESS.

Had I not already had pre-cooked chicken breast in the fridge, I might have driven down to the Five Guys. Or I might’ve even ordered myself a pizza. But no, I had food ALREADY MADE in the fridge, and all that stood between me and a satisfactory meal was a minute in the microwave. It wasn’t what I WANTED, but the reality is that food is merely fuel. It’s not my friend, it isn’t someone to talk to when there’s no one else around. I knew that the best thing for me wasn’t to go to bed on an empty stomach, but to fuel myself with a respectable dinner.

I won’t lie – when I finished up the bowl of chicken and beans I LICKED IT DRY AND STILL WANTED MORE. When merely fifteen or twenty minutes had past after finishing and I was already visualizing myself taking the tub of TruWhip Light out of the fridge and going to town on it with a spoon, I decided the best strategy at this point was to just go to bed.

As much as I feel this experience on 20/20 Lifestyles over the last nine months has changed me, it hasn’t changed the fact that I’m still a binge eater. I still am motivated to eat bad things when I feel bad. It’s upsetting, because there are times when you think, “I’ve SO GOT THIS! I’ve beaten this! I have overcome! I’m a winner!” So when the old familiar urges and behaviors arise, you’re faced with a reality that might make you feel not as powerful…

But screw that! I knew, when I was heating up my chicken and weighing out the amount of guacamole and salsa on my digital food scale, that this was A WIN. I knew that when I went to bed instead of curl up with a tub of TruWhip Light, I was the victor in the battle. I knew that because I didn’t cave to a delivery pizza or a cheeseburger in a time of emotional craving, that THAT was a display of power. And this morning I feel a sense of PRIDE. I haven’t won this war – it’s clearly still being waged and may ALWAYS be an issue for me, but I have the tools, the strategies, and the internal power to have a win now and then. And more wins than losses means I come out ahead. And I’m happy with that!

Video: Updates and Excitement Galore – in Glorious HD!

Hi folks! Well, my shoulders are aching from being hunched over my MacBook Pro for the better part of the last two days while both filming and editing my latest vlog. Maybe time to cash in that free massage voucher? Anyways, hopefully you will see a quality boost in this latest video update. I replaced my broken lens (with a minor upgrade), and downloaded a trial copy of Final Cut Pro X to try my hand at. And my hand is loving all those ridiculous, over-the-top titles!

I kinda don’t wanna recap because I really, really, REALLY want y’all to watch it, but if you’re aching to know the deets and can’t catch the video right now, bookmark it, and read my recap below!

Okay, so yesterday I weighed in at 205.6 lbs, or 0.4 lbs down from last week. Not shocking or worrisome, as I’ve been having some PMS-related bloat – and this morning’s casual weigh-in has me already down a pound more. This past week can be summarized by the following two highlights:

  • First, I’ve been feeling really empowered during my workouts. I find myself negotiating with my trainer for a few more minutes of cardio, and am full of positive emotions during and after my workouts.
  • Second, I’ve been flexing my creative muscles more than usual this week by getting back into photography and shooting video on my DSLR.

I’ve spent a lot of time doing online research about videography using a DSLR, and have learned SO MUCH from the following two videos:

The big excitement yesterday – beyond my nearly non-stop video editing and playing with my new lens– was that my boyfriend volunteered me to be interviewed by his cousin, a senior reporter for the nationally-syndicated public radio program, Marketplace, about my use of wearable fitness technology. It was a fun five-minute chat, but unfortunately her piece was so short that she wasn’t able to use my material. Oh well! It’s still an interesting segment, and if you’re so inclined you can check it out here!

Are you geeking out about anything right now as much as I am with videography? Or do you have any suggestions or questions regarding related tech tutorials?

Thanks for reading!

Liveblogging a Binge: A Look Inside the Mind of a Disordered Eater

I knew I shouldn’t have. I know what it does to me. I know that having Cascadian Farms Organic Cinnamon Crunch cereal in the house is too tempting. Something about cereal. I want to eat the whole box, bowl after bowl. So I don’t buy it. But today the boyfriend had cereal on the grocery list, and his brand of choice happens to be the Cascadian Farms Graham Crunch, which is RIGHT NEXT to my crack on the grocery aisle. And it was on sale. Bastards.

I picked up two boxes. I don’t know why. I’m a sucker for a sale. Hook, line, and sinker. But there was something else going on. Some rebelliousness, or boredom, or some other unknown emotion driving me to desire the treat. I originally planned to have leftover slow-cooker pork loin for lunch, but now with cereal… plans change. I get home and carefully measure out not one, but TWO 3/4-cup servings (totaling 54 grams), and pour 120 mL of unsweetened vanilla almond milk atop. If I’m going to do this thing, I’m going to play by the rules. Weigh it. Track it. And then other rules, rules that I just made up. More on that to come.

After wetting each sugar-dusted piece by dunking beneath the almond milk with my spoon, section by glorious section, I let them sit long enough to get just the slightest bit soggy. And then it’s on. Within minutes, the bowl is empty. The rule I just made up is I need to drink 24 fluid ounces of water between bowls. There must be order in this deranged universe. So that means one bowl wasn’t enough. Why can’t one bowl be enough? I drink the water and sit for a bit. Checking feeds, tweeting about my sports bra, trying to keep the cereal out of my head. I look at the empty bowl and empty water bottle and rise from my chair with both in hand, ready for Round 2.

If it’s possible, the second bowl is gone even faster than the first. Everything measured, everything tracked. Maybe if I look at my macronutrient totals it will startle me into stopping. So far today, 23% protein, 19% fat, 59% carbs. Oh that’s not so bad. I was thinking it would be closer to 75% carbs. I start to think about blogging about it. Which is where I pick up here. I start drinking the water again. 24 new fluid ounces. 8 ounces gone. I keep looking at my tracker. Hoping something gels and I can be done.

I’m full, but not satisfied. And this rebellious feeling, WHAT IS THAT?!? I feel like my dog, who is constantly scolded for grabbing the flip flops from just outside the garage door, but still bratty enough to make yet another attempt whenever the door is opened. He knows, but he just can’t help himself. He actually looks like he is thinking twice, but oh hell IT’S A FLIP FLOP HE MUST RUN AWAY WITH IT! No one here is going to be mad at me for eating all the cereal in the house. I’m playing this sad game with myself.

I’m looking at this third-empty bottle of water. Considering my options. Considering the alternatives. I am in control of what I put into my mouth, right? There’s no universal order that demands my submission to the cereal gods, and yet I feel the pull. Forty minutes has passed. I’m staring at this blog entry screen trying to feel my way around and past my urges. The water isn’t gone yet. I’m going to leave with my bowl now, but it’s going to get washed and put away. No more cereal for me today.

 

First 10-mile Trail Ride!

Yesterday I woke up to sun shining through open slats in the blinds, and a quick check of the weather app on my phone revealed clear skies forecast for the rest of the day. Tomorrow would bring rain and the possibility of light snow, so I knew I needed to seize the day. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to ride my new bike, and a day like this was the first good prospect for hitting the wonderful paved trails in the greater Seattle area.

Eager to get on my way, I reheated some grilled chicken breast for breakfast along with some caffeinated tea. I ate chicken and cinnamon almonds while looking at online maps of the regional trail system in my area and decided to make Wilmot Gateway Park in Woodinville my take-off spot. I had hoped to be able to make it from there southward as far down as the Red Hook Brewery – just to see if I could make it down that far. Silly me for not looking at actual mileage, but we’ll get to that later!

All loaded up

All loaded up

For me, anything longer that a mile of riding is considered a “serious ride”, so I pulled out my Pearl Izumi padded bike shorts. Luckily I can wear them under my yoga exercise pants, so no walking around in BICYCLE SHORTS for me just yet, lol! After loading the puppy up with his treat-filled Busy Buddy Tug-a-Jug, I locked him in the bedroom and set on the task of loading my portable rack and bike onto the back of my MINI. This was my first time attaching the rack, so after the installation, loading the bike, and checking/re-checking all the straps, I said a silent prayer to the universe that the whole contraption wouldn’t fall off mid-drive.

The sun through the blinds did not lie: it was beautiful outside. 52ËšF as I left the house, and not a cloud in the sky. The drive to the park was a quick 10 minutes and I could not get my bike rolling fast enough! I popped on my sunglasses, my helmet, my jacket, my full-length gloves, put the flashing USB red light on my seat bag, affixed my iPhone to the bike with the Quad Lock mount, fired up Strava, and away I went, southbound on the trail.

I was nervous, as this was my first public trail ride. As it was such a nice day, I feared there would be a zillion people that I’d need to navigate around and faster riders to avoid, but as it was Friday I lucked out and the trail was only populated-enough to make things interesting and educational, not dangerous. It’s a flat trail – wide, smooth, and well-paved – and follows the Sammamish River as it winds down the Eastside. It was not long before I was at a nice speed and about a mile in my heart rate was up in the 140’s and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

This. THIS is what I’ve longed for since thinking about getting a bike last summer!

Before I knew it my heart rate was in the 160’s, but I was still feeling great. I had a few tears stream down my face – I’m honestly not sure if it was the air in my face, the sunny skies, or the sheer emotion that caused them. At some point the thought occurred to me that for every mile I went down, I’d need to climb it back up to my car. When Strava showed that I had rode a little over 5 miles, I decided to hit up a kiosk, drink some water, and check to see where I was geographically. Good thing I did! I was at the turn off for the Power Line Trail in Redmond, WA, and realized I had flown past the Red Hook a few miles up. I went past it by 3.2 miles, in fact. I was a few blocks from downtown Redmond, which was MUCH farther that I had anticipated going. There’s always part of me that wants to push harder, go further. But I knew that my round trip mileage was going to hit 10 miles and that was enough to scare me into rationality.

I immediately regretted my error as I headed back northward. It was a mixture of it being slightly uphill to start, and the wind clearly being in my face. I hadn’t realized the wind at my back on the way down, nooooo! But it deafened me and slowed my speed on the way back up, and I realized this return five miles wasn’t going to be as much a walk in the park as on the way down. My jacket became an unwanted layer that I couldn’t remove, and the long gloves no longer seemed crucial. The thought: “What have I gotten myself into?” played in my head for a little while, but I took it easy when I needed to, and let myself have a couple of “photo stops” along the way.

The beautiful riverside trail, looking northward

The beautiful riverside trail, looking northward

As I approached the hour mark on my Strava timer, I started increasing my speed – I really wanted to get the route done in under an hour. I rounded a tree-lined curve and saw the park architecture up ahead. In my head I celebrated to myself, “I MADE IT! I DID IT!” and pedaled to the front gates. As I hopped off my bike I clicked “Finish” on Strava and set to work on rehydrating and some post-ride stretches. I remembered my intention to bring a banana along for the post ride and chided myself for forgetting, but my mood was still firmly set to ecstatic. I was only sad for having to pack my bike up and leave. It was still so beautiful out, but I knew I had spent enough time in the saddle for today.

As I drove home I spent more time in awe of the perfect sunny weather, and promised the day would not end here with me lounging on the couch for the remainder. I decided that, after lunch, I would head out with the puppy to have some more adventures. I came home, played with the puppy, and made myself a quick lunch of turkey jerky and greek yogurt. As I ate I reviewed my Strava upload and marveled at what a great workout it was.

Feb_28_Strava_Ride

Time was a-wastin’, and I couldn’t eat lunch fast enough to get out of the house again. After checking online maps again, I realized that another regional trail that linked up to the famous Marymoor Park was directly next to the pet store and froyo shop I intended to go to that afternoon, so I planned a 2-mile walk along the trail with the puppy into the park before enjoying some froyo with the puppy. It was a great walk, and got me up well-over 14,000 steps. I would hit 15k steps before the day was over!

Benny the Boston Terrier hanging on a Marymoor Park bench and enjoying (no, really!) our froyo time.

Benny the Boston Terrier hanging on a Marymoor Park bench and enjoying (no, really!) our froyo time.

This morning I woke up and discovered my behind was more than a little sore from the saddle. Funny how before my bike fit a few weeks ago I couldn’t be on the old saddle for ten minutes without aching, but yesterday everything felt so much better. I will deal with a little soreness from time to time if I can take more rides like that! This ride felt so good that I’m eager for the weather to comply to allow for more.

I’ve set a goal to be able to ride the Burke Gilman Trail (another in the regional trail system) which starts just a short drive north from my house and meanders up around Lake Washington into Seattle. My old workplace is 20.2 miles away on this route, or 40 miles round trip. A bigger ride than I can conceive of right now, but I hope that by the time the fall season hits it’s something I can tackle. My old workplace was staffed with young, athletic, adventurous sorts (mountain climbers, etc.) who regularly biked to work, and I was always the odd duck. I’ll be under 200 pounds by then, and to be able to show up there, ON A BIKE?!? It’ll feel good to blow their minds like that 🙂