10: Monday early AM

So I totally BLEW the good calorie count I had on Saturday by going home and gorging on a box of Christmas chocolates while watching CSI: NY reruns. Then, because I was feeling icky and guilty I actually got on a bicycle and actually biked around the block.

It damn near killed me.

I tried my own bicycle first, but I am so fat, that the slightly deflated tired became a completely deflated tire when I got on it. So I borrowed roomie's bike, and went around the block. The first part of the block is downhill, the second is uphill. Her bike has gears, so I was totally happy being on it, until I started getting out of breath. You know that feeling when you are so out of breath that your throat literally burns when you breath?, yeah, that was me. I was so desperate to switch to a lower gear that I, of course, could not figure out how the gear shift worked for the live of me.

I didn't die though, so that's pretty good. I'll pump my bicycle's tires, and figure out which roads are pretty flat. I wish my bicycle had gears. I wish I was clever enough to buy a bicycle with gears, and not a pink beach cruiser just because I thought it was pretty