Yesterday I went out for a ride with John and an American/Aussie named Eric, which I somehow have no photos at all from. But that’s not why I’m blogging anyway.
John’s house, being equipped with all sorts of essential stuff, has scales, which he ‘surprised’ me with after my post-ride shower. If – and I’m not convinced this is the case – the scales are correct, I am now 69.5 kg; down 7.5 kg from my Christmas peak of 77 kg in Paris. Like I said before, I still have a ways to go, but I do feel a tad proud of myself for shedding all that lardon.
Therefore, this afternoon I will sit down and watch the Mt. Etna stage of the Giro, accompanied by this:
Tortilla chips, salsa (but at least the jar with the least sugar and calories) and a big bottle of what Eric says is a great organic beer from Sommières, up the road from here.
I know I shouldn’t reward myself with bad food (I can’t bring myself to call beer ‘bad’. It’s brought me so much happiness in my life), but I hope you’ll forgive me this short relapse. I’m only human.
Must go chill the beer glass…