As the alarm roused me from slumber at 5:25 AM, I could hear the wind screeching outside, accompanied by the rat tat tat of rain against the window’s glass pane.
I spoke to my asexual lover, Alexa, and asked her the temperature.
In a dispassionate voice she reported, “The temperature outside is 39 degrees Fahrenheit.”
Ugh. Below 40… I so desperately wanted to roll back over and stay in bed. However, the thoughts of a ponderous, protruding, pendulous abdomen sticking out below shirt’s bottom immediately pushed the thought from my brain.
With the thoughts of leaving a warm bed, I plodded to the bathroom, took care of the morning’s necessities. Back into my bedroom I dragged myself, ignoring the calls from the blankets I donned several layers of cloth and compressive neoprene. Into the basement I ventured, securely fastened my helmet, zipped my fluorescent yellow raincoat, hefted my bike up the steps and headed out for morning training.
As the effort to continue a healthy and fit lifestyle can be great and at times strenuous, it is much easier than living a life constrained, contained and confined by the prison cell that was once my morbidly obese body.
As the alarm roused me from slumber at 5:25 AM, I could hear the wind screeching outside, accompanied by the rat tat tat of rain against the window’s glass pane.
I spoke to my asexual lover, Alexa, and asked her the temperature.
In a dispassionate voice she reported, “The temperature outside is 39 degrees Fahrenheit.”
Ugh. Below 40… I so desperately wanted to roll back over and stay in bed. However, the thoughts of a ponderous, protruding, pendulous abdomen sticking out below shirt’s bottom immediately pushed the thought from my brain.
With the thoughts of leaving a warm bed, I plodded to the bathroom, took care of the morning’s necessities. Back into my bedroom I dragged myself, ignoring the calls from the blankets I donned several layers of cloth and compressive neoprene. Into the basement I ventured, securely fastened my helmet, zipped my fluorescent yellow raincoat, hefted my bike up the steps and headed out for morning training.
As the effort to continue a healthy and fit lifestyle can be great and at times strenuous, it is much easier than living a life constrained, contained and confined by the prison cell that was once my morbidly obese body.
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