Anything here? No, just repeats...

[laverda77]

I commute to work each day, so that's 15.94 miles of Kelly Dr. along the Schulkill (sp? no-one here knows how to spell that damn thing) River, and our parks system allows for bicycling to just about anywhere. The upshot of all this is it's easy to burn calories, which is good because I have been consuming them
Life has so much to offer, and

Comments

[hosemedown]

Ah your bike trails sounds excellent. I have a hybrid. It's not very fast (and I'm not very fast) but it's solid.

I think your awareness about your disorder means that you'll be able to break free of it one day. Self assessment and self honesty are the first steps. ♥

I like you.

[laverda77]

Seems to me like we both live in good areas for getting out and about. Except a Minnesota winter would KILL me : p

[mareegirl]

Have I seen this bike?

[laverda77]

No, I think you've only seem the Bonneville and the 996. This one isn't something I would even attempt to commute on, but instead lives at the shop and gets played with for short stretches. Any more than that, I would kill it, or it would kill me.

[avalon_rose]

I don't know much about bikes. Okay, I don't know anything about bikes. I've admired them from a distance, and I got a chance to ride on one but turned it down because I wasn't sure I trusted the driver's sobriety. But this Aermacchi you're talking about sounds wicked.

I was slightly amused when I read how being anorexic paid off because the bike is narrow, but I understand your frustrations about struggling with this for so long. I don't personally believe it ever goes completely away but I think that there will come a time (if we can manage to stay alive) that the ED will shrink down into a small voice in the back of our minds. The kind of voice that may whisper, but has no control.

[laverda77]

Good move on avoiding a ride from a less-than-sober rider. I rode a bike drunk only once, and I totaled the bike, breaking six of my ribs in the process. The bike was my second street bike, a 1980 Honda CM400T that was such an awful, miserable bike, that I thought my injuries were a small price to pay for ridding the world of such an excrutiatingly uncomfortable piece of dung. I paid $200 for it, and it was in nice condition, and I only bought it because I was broke and needed transpo at the time. Still, it was worth it to chuck that thing down the road!
The voice you talk about is pretty much how it went for me when I quit drinking. I still hear it sometimes, but it doesn't have control.