|Nice shirt, rendered TOO LARGE by two years of bicycle commuting|
Was I really that large?
I guess I must have been, since I have the clothes in my closet to prove it.
But, it's hard to believe this tent-like button-down shirt once fit me.
Going through the closet to clean it out, make room for some new choices, out with the old, into the donate or rags pile.
Summary: my legs are slightly larger, my abdomen is noticeably smaller. It's not so much weight loss as muscle tone. A lower body fat percentage obtained through several thousand miles of medium-speed bicycle commuting.
I wasn't overweight. But I was undertoned. Carrying around more stored calories in the form of fat than needed, or wanted.
It wasn't a sudden thing. But, mile by mile, week by week, these shirts became more and more ill-fitting, baggier and baggier, until they are now tent-like if I put them on. Which isn't exactly the image I want to portray when wearing a nice shirt.
So, thank you, bicycle commuting, for your two years of slow, but significant, muscle-toning influence on me.
I need to rethink shirt shopping now. The parameters have all changed. Being a commando shopper, in, BAM! get what is needed, back out before they know what hit them, I need to get the parameters straight before I enter the shopping establishment.
I need to work out the parameters for a lean, but never mean, bicycle commuting machine.
And don't get me started about the baggy pants situation. I used to be skeptical of bicycle-specific fashion, now I need to check it out just to appease the people around me who feel the need to point out the baggy pants. Not that they aren't right. I do have some 25 year old Levi's 501s that fit like they should. And that's pretty cool, actually. Not only that they fit, but how well they have survived the years. I love love love my old jeans. Glad I kept them. Even more glad they fit again.
I'll probably keep one of those giant shirts, just to remind myself. I could hang it up in the bike area, whenever someone asks why I have so many bicycles. Point to the shirt: because that used to fit me.
|Farewell, my tent-like outer garment|