Well I arrived at my desk all upset this morning. On my otherwise pleasant (if hurried - overslept) ride, a stupid man stepped right in front of me. I slammed on the brakes as he turned to gawp at me:
Me "I nearly hit you!"
Git: "Well ring your f*cking bell then, that's what it's for"
NB Had I done this I wouldn't have been able to slam the brakes on and would have hit him - this seems appealling except that I probably would have been hurt too.
Me: "Or you could not step into the road without looking"
Git: "F*ck off you fat bitch"
It stung. It still stings. A rude, stupid git like him shouldn't have the power to upset me but he did. I am fat I guess, but after a loss of over 3st (currently), I am upset that that's still the first thing that people see. Lainey's comment on my last blog post has gone some way to cheer me up though - awww, thanks Lainey (blushes).
Anyway, my top three of amusing cyclist sights this week (in no order):
1) Girl cycling in 3/4 length sheepskin coat in the strike - was this idiocy? Was she so super fit that she would be cold even when pedalling furiously?
2) Girl cycling along with a rucksack with a pot of herbs in each pocket
3) My favourite - girl cycling along with a large rucksack on her back, open at the top and at least a dozen baguettes sticking out
I bought a cyclists cagoule type thing. Having accepted that I had to cycle in during the strike, despite appalling weather forecasts, I thought I ought to be protected a bit from the elements. Typically the 14 was a bit small and the 16 was a bit big - I went for the 16 which is XL (will come on to that), finding myself thinking "Well at least I'll get a few layers under this come winter". Uh, hang on - winter? Yes, I appear to be considering cycling on into winter. Not non-stop you understand - after 4 days this week my arse is seriously aching. That had better mean it's reducing.
Which brings me on to cycle clothing. The largest size is an XL - and this is a 16. Are we saying that anyone over a size 16 shouldn't cycle? I admit that I look at some of those ultra skinny roadbikes and wonder if they wouldn't buckle under my weight if I sat on them, but surely we should be encouraging people to get out and get active, whatever their size? Grrrr.
On the plus side (no pun intended), I have now lost all the holiday weight bar 1lb. I'm still half a stone (well, 8lbs) over where my clothes will start to fit and a stone over where I'll start to calm down a bit mentall and be more prepared to be philosophical about weigh-ins. And next week I'll only be able to cycle once on Wednesday - on Monday I'm going to my mum's after work and staying over, so that knocks Monday and Tuesday out. And Tuesday I will probably be panic buying after work for the wedding on Thursday in any case! I have a skirt and a fascinator to wear and nothing in between.... Then the wedding on the Thursday, we're off on Friday and then going to the New Forest for a couple of nights on one of those tokens-in-a-newspaper deals, returning the following Tuesday, then off to Wales with my mum on Wednesday until 6th July. Phew! I don't know what that little lot will do to my weight. I really need to be sensible. There will be plenty of walking - in the New Forest and in Wales but I mustn't cancel that out with over-indulgence in foody treats.