There is nothing to complicated about me. I am a southern girl from North Carolina (USA). I am an avid reader, a home chef (self-taught), an artist who loves to paint abstracts. I competed at the college level in Basketball and played softball as well, and I love just about all sports. Fast forward a few years since college (let’s just say 15 yrs ahead) and I’m in a predicament. I have ballooned up 100 lbs. to 260 lbs. , nothing fits, and I’m unhappy with being unhealthy. It’s time for a change. Six months ago a friend convinced me that cycling was the perfect sport to get you back in the game sorta speak, Healthy. She told me that with riding and eating properly the weight would fall off. I road during the summer and fall and felt great. Then, I hit a stumbling block, I got sick…. I know sucks… Now I’m better and ready to rock and roll. There was one thing that still needed some attention though , and that is accountability. That’s where you my readers can help me. I want you to go on this journey with me. You will help me stay on the straight and narrow and in the process I hope to give you inspiration, hope, and some helpful knowledge about life, cycling, food/ nutrition. I’m not going to sugar coat anything. I’m putting everything on the table, becoming an open book in order to achieve my goals. They are to lose 100lbs in a year to year and a half, to participate in my first group ride, my first race, and to inspire others to try (whatever it is they want to accomplish).
Here’s a little more about me and the journey before now. Whew( deep breath) here goes. I’ll start from about 1 1/2 years ago. It was a very windy, chilly day on November 30, 2013. The day started like a normal Saturday. Kiss the partner and animals(my fur-babies Coco and Midnight) laters and off to work at 3:00 am in the morning. Day zooms by everything going smoothly. Then at around 15:00(3pm) I get a call from a hysterical, crying love of my life. What comes next is the worst thing that’s ever happen to me. Turned my comfortable, life upside down in seconds. The trembling sobbing voice said get to the house it’s on fire, I think it’s all gone…. It felt like being kicked in the chest by an elephant. Okay pause here a moment. For me it was devastating, I grew up in a struggling family, with little to no stability. Moved all over the place, never had many close friends, because I knew I’d be packing up and ushered away at a moments notice. So stability…. BIG DEAL. Now flash forward to November 30, 2013. Throwing everything in my bag, and screamed house on fire gotta go to my co-workers.. Hopped in my little Honda, terrified of what I would find once I arrived at my very humble abode. There I am zooming at 90 miles an hour down the highway( I know bad, dangerous, but my freaking house was on fire). All I could think of was my Coco(my 1 yr. old Boxer) and Midnight (my 13 yr. old Cocker Spaniel) are inside. Arrived in front of my house and this what I saw.
How could this happen you ask? This was my first question too. Did I leave the coffee pot on again or the iron? What could have happen to bring such destruction our way. Up walks the fireman in charge,” ma’am was this your residence?” Yes sir I answer with the biggest frog in my throat. Wondering how I’m going to console my partner, I couldn’t think. All I could say is How? The fireman said , ” your neighbor decided to burn trash in that there barrel, and left it unattended to go inside and take a shower. THAT IDIOT TOOK OUR LIVES THAT DAY. Both fur-babies perished in the fire. We were left with the shirts on our back and what we took to work, that’s all.
Fast forward to January and we lost the most beautiful little girl (our god-daughter) at the tender young age of 7 to brain cancer. Yes, she was one of the triplets.(in grey). One of the hardest things to understand, why?
If that was not enough to endure, March 5, 2013. My partner was in a very serious accident, totaling the vehicle that was not my concern. It is the neck and back injury that constantly worries me. Still isn’t fully recovered, and in pain everyday. Once again not any fault of ours. A lady not paying attention cut across in front of our car. So far my love has been out of work for almost 6 months total.
Speeding ahead a few more months to November 2014 and we get the news from our lawyer that the idiot who burned our house down, would get away with it. He had no insurance and owned nothing. We would not recoup not one red cent from him, and the law says that’s justice. We got stiffed. Yes we had insurance, which of course didn’t cover everything. Can you say wow? That was all a mouth full. All within one year. Which leads me to where I am now. Fat, Out of Shape, Depressed, and High Anxiety. I hope that my bike can continue being part of my therapy plan… Bikes heal, mine has been my quiet place, helping me still my racing mind. So now another part of my journey starts and I would like you to join me . Thanks for reading my story.