This past Sunday, I got out for a good ride to the seven sisters on Tam. When I first moved here, this ride demoralized me. Coming from Chicago, a land with zero elevation, every hill and mountain was a real dig-deep effort.
It was still marginally difficult up until last year when I went primal and a few months before that started a juicing regimen (no, not that kind of juicing). The pounds came off and have stayed off and I’m in tune with my body in a way that I’ve never been before, here at age 35. I never thought of myself as someone who would like, let alone, enjoy climbing, so to do both of those now and relish the challenge is something I’m astonished by. A self-realization, unbeknownst to myself, and a side effect of a lifestyle change.