things have been going well. we have missed a few gym days due to busy schedules, family functions and a recent family friend passing. otherwise: its amazing how rejuvinated you feel after a half hour on the treadmill. Evan cracks me up at the gym. For some reason him running next to me with his vans and his trucker hat and beard is just comical. He's always good for putting a smile on my face.
i've been doing well on the not drinking soda thing. i've rediscovered unsweetened ice tea in its place. and putting away 64 ounces or more of water a day is getting more and more bearable!
i'm making it a point to avoid the scales. i want to just try i want to see where i land in months. i want to put on my skinny jeans and have them look baggy. then i'll know i've accomplished something!
tomorrow we leave for Daytona bike week. i always lose weight in Daytona. i spend my time there not eating, having some cocktails, sure. but i am on my feet in the heat. kick starting my bike - and its sort of the awakening from the winter. i always come home ready to tackle spring and prep for the fun summer ahead.
My bike is pretty special to me. I built it with the help of my best friends and my dad. My Dad and i pulled many hours in the barn behind our little house with poor lighting and no heat. we built it from boxes of parts and i loved it. i rode it all by myself to the Smokeout west - all the way in Arizona. it was a big accomplishment for me. it was 50% there... almost what i wanted. Then I took it to Evan and he helped me accomplish the other 50%. He taught me about grinding, chopping and welding. we remade the motorcycle and i determined that during all of the building of this bike - the one person who supported me but never got to see it was my Grandpa Bob. He died suddenly the week after i returned from the Smokeout because of an accidental medicine reaction in the hospital. He was an amazing person. full of Faith and talent. Always smiling, always loving, always making jokes and little fun noises. He was my Papa. and his favorite thing was to paint airplaines. and one of his favorite airplanes was the F6F Hellcat. Two years ago i had the Hellcat tattooed on my arm for him. He loved it and he'd kiss my arm when he saw me. Even after he lost his leg, he was so chipper and loved when i'd visit... So my bike was thusly titled in honor of my Papa.
its fun. it took me a long while to learn how to kick start it. and how to ride it. i admit: i crashed it the first year i rode. it was scary. there's nothing quite as surreal as sliding down the side of the road, while your bike is a foot from you, sliding, and watching the sparks fly and the grass near your face. i'm so lucky that my accident was mild. but it still haunts me and has taught me about being a better rider. since then i've come a long way. i'm far more confident on two wheels. i'm told it happens at least once to every rider. lets hope i got my once out of the way!
well... time to hop in the truck tomorrow and hit the open road... such is the life of a carnie *wink*
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