That's what I've lost since April 2010. It's not a slight amount, you might say. However, today I had sausage, eggs, toast and home fries. Yes, this home girl shouldn't be eating home fries. We also got a Napoleon and a piece of carrot cake. I'm having a contest with my friend Melvin to see who will lose the the most weight. So far he's down to 210 and I'm at 215. They say men lose weight more quickly than women, but he is older than me and I ride my bike to work daily (approximately 30 miles/week). Can't wait to tap into that Napoleon. Jersey shore Napoleons are superior to Virginia Napoleons.
I used to say "fuck you" to many vehicle owners. They are, after all, more powerful than wee me on my bike. This is probably not a good life-saving technique. Nonetheless, I have vowed to dispense of anger--especially after this morning when the lovely cars nearly drove over my body. Yes, I could have been a corpse. But instead of being a corpse this am, I am speaking to you from my blog. I didn't look behind me as I crossed the road, and despite numerous beeps, I was nearly hit by 2 or 3 cars and one angry white male on a bike. And despite the annoying women (they are mostly women) who speak on their cell phones at Stop sign corners, I am going to try to a) ride my bike in the correct direction b) wait at Stop signs c) not call white angry males (or females) (or even hermaphrodites from Thailand) "assholes."
