Two summers ago, I began riding a bicycle for a variety of reasons. One of the big ones was to lose weight. I was gearing up to start a new job, and I wasn’t feeling too stellar about how squishy I looked. Moreover, I was now the proud father of one with another on the way. I wanted to be able to wrestle with them on the floor without tiring too quickly, and I wanted to do whatever I could to ensure that I would be around for a long time, mostly so they’d have plenty to gripe about in their teen years.
I liked the exercise provided by a bicycle, most of all because it produced substantial and noticeable results quickly, and because it was fun, which meant it never felt like exercise. Over a relatively short period of time, I dropped 45 pounds.
Recently, someone named Lindsay posted a comment on this blog. It turns out, she has a blog of her own that centers on her amazing loss of 100 pounds. Cycling, wouldn’t you know, has been a big and wonderfully enjoyable part of that undertaking.I encourage you to give it a read if you in the mood for a taste of that ceaseless and unadulterated giddiness that comes with the rediscovery of two-wheeled travel.
I’m wondering, how many readers of this blog either set out to lose weight by riding a bicycle, or have lost weight simply as a matter of course on account of riding? It would be interesting to know the cumulative number of pounds dropped. Come on, let’s tally ’em up…