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I'm blessed/cursed with the ability to toil away in the basement on the
trainer. It's not fun. Not even type 2 fun. I started riding on Dec. 27, after
realizing that I was still packing weight from x-mas 2015. The same day, I
started using The Great Satan, also known as the My Fitness Pal app. Those
measures, plus a couple of fatbike rides each week, have been effective. I
wish I could just ride more and not track what I'm eating, but down that path
lies delicious ruin, smothered in aged cheddar with a side of onion rings.
Feb. 6, 2017, 7:01 a.m. - David Mills
#!markdown I'm blessed/cursed with the ability to toil away in the basement on the trainer. It's not fun. Not even type 2 fun. I started riding on Dec. 27, after realizing that I was still packing weight from x-mas 2015. The same day, I started using The Great Satan, also known as the My Fitness Pal app. Those measures, plus a couple of fatbike rides each week, have been effective. I wish I could just ride more and not track what I'm eating, but down that path lies delicious ruin, smothered in aged cheddar with a side of onion rings.