So I had day 3 of biking to work on Friday.
I took a picture or two before I headed out.
While I’m loving biking to work, I hadn’t been feeling so great because I need to adjust my diabetes medication to adjust for the extra exercise in the morning, so I don’t feel nauseous. I felt quite ill, and it was hard to eat. I also had a tough time finding room for everything in my small bag (I have a solution, but it just hasn’t been implemented yet) so I found a way to have one of my items do double duty.
Yes, it’s a cold-drink cup. And it’s carrying my blueberries for my oatmeal once I get to work.
So I did it, I rode to work even though I felt kind of crappy, and it took me a couple of hours once I got to work, but I eventually felt like eating, so I washed off the blueberries, and the cup, and made some oatmeal in the microwave, and added a splash of milk, and made myself some iced coffee, also with the milk. And I ate a lovely breakfast, at around 11:00 a.m.
What I find myself wanting to write about is that making this sort of change is hard. Not to sound whiny. But it takes thought, planning and energy. If I didn’t already have spoon, bowl, iced-coffee makings and milk at work, I probably would have wanted to drive to work so I could just stop and get coffee and something to eat along the way.* So, I had planned ahead the previous day and purchased a bowl (my ordinary work bowl was at home, and while we have communal plates at the office, we lack communal bowls) and two flatware spoons (we always seem to have plenty of knives, a few forks, and no spoons in the office silverware drawer). I also had bread, vegetarian salami, Swiss cheese and a nectarine for lunch, already at work for me to eat. So all I needed were a change of clothes, and my blueberries, and a cup in which to mix and drink my iced coffee, and I was set.
The not feeling well is also a bump I’m working on addressing. It’s a situation where I need to adjust my medication, but since I don’t utilize insulin to manage diabetes, I can’t adjust as easily. (I’m not saying it’s easier to manage everything when using insulin to manage diabetes, but adjusting for the amount of food and exercise one gets is the one part that is easier).
These bumps are worth it to me. Not because I want to lose weight, or even get in great shape. It’s more how much fun and freeing it is to ride on the bike. And I like feeling “cool” — ’cause being a 42-year-old woman on a pink bike with a flowered helmet riding as slowly as imaginable without the bike falling over is so cool. I’m not saying that I’m not cool. I am. I always thought that other people who rode their bikes to work were cool. And I thought that a person had to be in “great shape” or an “athlete” to do so. So, learning that being in my shape and my level of athleticism were sufficient to do it is very freeing.
One other bump is that my tailbone is sore. Or the muscles and overall area around my tailbone are sore. I don’t mean tailbone as a euphamism for butt. I really mean my tailbone. So, I’m going to give it a rest over the long weekend. I’ll be back to biking to work as often as I feasibly can (there’s taking my daughter on the first day of school, and that is more important to me than being “cool”). A friend suggested freezing some uncooked rice and using that in lieu of an ice pack on my sore area, which sounds like a fantastic idea.
How do you navigate bumps in a new habit you are trying to adopt, without just white knuckling it through? I would love to know.
* You might be wondering, “why not just eat breakfast at home?” The answer is complicated. Suffice it to say that unless I wake up very early (and my little girl takes forever to fall asleep at night, so getting up early means not getting enough sleep) I don’t have enough time for it. It’s easier for me to just get out the door and eat once I get to work.