The nice thing about a stationary exercise bike of the sort we have in our apartment’s exercise room is that it gives me quantifiable progress.

See, the thing has twelve resistance settings, 1 being awfully lightweight and 12 being, I don’t even want to think about 12.

Sunday night, when I first got on the thing, I spent a lot of time at 2, with a little time at 3 and a minute spent at 4.

Monday night was less 2, lots of 3, a little 4.

Tuesday night, I managed to split the time between 21 minutes of 3 and 9 minutes of 4, with no 2.

Wednesday night was 13 minutes of 3, 15 minutes of 4, 2 minutes of 5.

Tonight was 8 minutes of 3, 14 minutes of 4, 6 minutes of 5.

I’m not seeing any real movement on the scale, and I don’t think I should expect to in the next week, but I think I’m on the right track as far as getting my metabolism going again.

For the record, back in early 2006 when I was biking a lot, I think I got to the point where I was doing mostly 5, with occasional flurries into the 6 and 7 range.  So I still have a little ways to go there, but… not too far, really.