This blog is about more than food. And as I mentioned in the previous post, I'm getting back in the Saddle; in more ways than one. I don't know where or how it happened, I guess advertising does work, but I bought a Peloton bike. I've had it for a couple months and I've used it a few times... Everyone always asks me "How do you like it?"

Real talk: I fucking hate it. I hate that it's kind of expensive. I hate that I needed special shoes for it. I hate the instructors and their fucking "you can do it" attitudes. But I know that it can literally save my life. Such a stupid little thing such as riding that thing for 30 minutes a day can literally make me live longer.

My step mom just had a life threatening illness. She needed a lung transplant, and the doctors finally found some for her late last year. It was touch and go for a while. We didn't know if she would make it or not. And being 1,800 miles away and just getting sporadic updates from my sister didn't help either.

She started to feel better. Then she started texting us every now and again. We've always been close and it would have hurt to lose her. So it was really nice to finally start Facetiming her again. Our first conversation was a relief. I could see with my own eyes that she was going to be ok. (She's not out of the woods yet but better than she was when she was fighting her disease.) I was literally happy to be speaking with her when I had no idea if I ever would again mere weeks before. She was her normal self until she started laying into me about my lifestyle. She wasn't mean or anything, she just told me how she felt. And how she felt as a parent watching her kids go through this for her perspective. We lost my Dad (her husband) way too young and she doesn't want my family to endure that same shit. We're lucky to have her in our lives. (You'll probably never read this but I love you Deborah Jean!)

This also put me in a place to think about my own children and how they feel about me. They literally fucking adore me. And it's great but also annoying sometimes. I know it would royally fuck them up if I weren't around anymore. I don't believe in heaven or any sort of afterlife. I think once you die, you just die. You only live on in the people you touched. And my children have obviously received the bulk of my impact here on this marble. The only thing I want for them is to be happy. And I want to see it through for as long as I can. (I think I'd be a pretty cool Grandpa.)

So that's why I'll endure all the bullshit and stupid instructors. And no I'm not going to stop eating delicious food. Baby steps people. Baby steps... If you've got a Peloton and you want to follow my shitty progress you can find me at #chromiszach. If you're thinking of getting one, I don't know, get it or don't get it. I don't care. I'll be here, head down, hating my workouts and hugging my babies.