Woke up middle-aged, 45 pounds overweight, and looking for my bicycles!

[jayjay]

Thank you all so very, incredibly much. I have a sixth sense I have found The Farm here. I have so many stories of the old days, yeah, sure, but even better ones of how I've transitioned through since then, and I know my best cycling years are yet to come, and they're going to be all mine (no giving in to another epic distraction like moving in with BF & teens with crazy ex on the sidelines, and then spending 6 years building a very complex house). Now it's ALL behind me (I'm living in that house,finished, and the kids are all grown up and out on their own), and I can just wake up back here in Kansas and grab my bike(s) and ride, and enjoy the countryside, and be grateful that I landed safely!

>>at my age, it could get a lot worse, or it could get a lot better, the choice is all mine... << I love it when people come up with the answer (and don't even realize it)

The scary part is knowing it could eeeeasily get *alot* worse. The first 50 goes on with blinders, and then it's like the self destructive habits kick in and one can find them selves addicted to humiliation & rejection, and use fat to be an excuse to give up. Or.... another scenario that I am well aware of.... at 45 (or 55) is also a pivotal time where I can overcome >> Myself<< and in spite of my addiction to humiliation, I can dig down deep for a little of that pride inside of me (that use to throb when I'd push it into the big ring near the summit, and beat some hammerhead to the top! No, I was never competative , just inconsequential about it all )

I see I have plenty of cameraderie here, and this whole journey is going to be wonderful. I've got to go this minute, but I'll be back tomorrow morning to blab on... and the best part, let myself be helped, and find my bicycles.

Thanks again!
~jayjay