DH bought me a bicycle yesterday. It's so pretty and nice. I couldn't wait to get on it and ride.
When I was young and fit, I rode my bike everyday. I had an awesome BMX bike with a plastic seat. YEP, it was plastic and hard as a rock, but my little butt did not mind at all. There was a dirt track I took my bike to with all sorts of jumps and dips. And man, I could spin out like you wouldn't believe.(yes, this fat chick is a former tom-boy
Now I knew yesterday getting on my new bike that I was a) not fourteen anymore and b) not 111 pounds anymore. I did, I knew this, but I was so disappointed anyway.
Ya'll I could barely ride. I was so wobbly, like I had just learned. I kept telling DH something wasn't right, the bike didn't fit right. IT WAS ME! My kids kept saying, "come on, ride down the driveway with us". So I finally did and that's when it hit me. As I was pumping my legs up and down they were bumping into my tummy.
No wonder I couldn't ride.
It's alright though. That new bike better get use to me. I'm gonna keep riding it till my thighs don't smack into my stomach. It'll take some time, I know, a long time, but I will.