Starting weight (7/15/08):    279.8    (1/8/08):    285.2
Calories/Carbs Goals (limits):       1400  / 30.0
Yesterday’s calories & net carbs:  1388 / 29.5
Yesterday’s exercise:  1 hour DDR
Weight Yesterday:  254.2    Today:  253.6
Change today::  -0.6 lbs.   Loss-so-far:  26.2 lbs.  /  31.6 lbs.

I spent the day with my hubby today, just the two of us.  I really love that man.

Because I love him, I will do stuff that makes him happy.  Stuff that doesn’t particularly appeal to me but we’re two different people after all - we do happen to have a lot in common - but we also have some different interests and tastes.  Sometimes we’ll do stuff that I like and he goes with it because it makes me happy.  Today, though, it was his turn.

My husband is a motorcycle enthusiast.  Specifically, a Harley Davidson fan.  He owns a 1995 Fatboy (with all the upgrade chrome stuff) which he keeps in cherry condition.  Today there was a “Bikefest” in a nearby town and we spent the afternoon and early evening there, strolling down the (blocked off) streets, looking at all the motorcycles, visiting the vendors, and (most of all for me) people-watching. 

We had a really good time.  Yep, me too.  Even though I’m not as fanatic about motorcycles as he is, I’ve learned to enjoy the events (and museums and assembly plants and stores) that we’ve visited. 

Yep, there he is, my man in his element.  =D

Here’s the thing though… see that cute little seat behind him?  The one for a passenger?  I won’t ride there.  Not because I don’t trust him to drive safely, no.  I sat there once and though I “fit” behind him, I felt like I was plastered up onto his back.  But my feelings of being crowded (or crowding him) are not why I won’t ride with him.  There is really only one basic reason why I won’t ride on the back of his bike.

I don’t want him to be embarrassed.  Now I don’t think he’d actually be embarrassed or even give a shit what people think about his woman because he really doesn’t give a rat’s ass about what people think about anything else so why would he start?  Also, he’s never cared whether I was fat or thin, he loves me just the same.

Nah, it’s me… I just don’t want him to be the biker with the fat chick on the back.

So - one of my (many!) reasons for being so committed to losing weight - and getting fit … is to ride on the back of that Harley.  And I will.

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