by Cecile Cinco
I was living on my own then. No other person to take care of. No other person to think of when I want to go about my activities. No one to complain about my eating habits. When I had to move from my hometown to another working environment, the latter stripped me off of my rigorous activities. Instead, I had to travel in a bus, seated for 4 hours total, coming and going, and still seated for 9 hours while at work! That’s when my asthma overcame my immune system.
I still could ride the racer bike from time to time, which was what made me stay slim somehow. When I ride, I drive fast until my thighs swole. I race with tricycles without them knowing, hands always ready on the breaks. When I lost the 12-speed bike (stolen), I lost my exercise…and gained those love handles! 
When I get the budget, I’ll buy a bike. A mountain bike or a racer? I like the sturdiness of a mountain bike but the lightweightness and speed of a racer. If ever I win a car, I’ll sell it so I can buy both a racer and a mountain bike. 
Less maintenance. 
While I haven’t got a bike, I must find the motivation to do something about my weight. I might consider weight loss pills but I’ll try castor oil first.
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