Yup she hasn't changed her mind in the last 6 years.
I hesitate to bring this up, because my inspiration to do so came out of girl talk and I'm afraid my commenting castrates me, but here it is: on the treadmill thing—and the motivation to actually use it—don't do it. don't buy it.
On the surface, it appears to make sense. But you're alone in your house, able to make any decision you want to without anyone seeing. So, naturally, you make all the wrong decisions, like blowing off 30 minutes on the treadmill in favor of 25 or 30 buffalo chicken wings while watching Ryan's Hope.
You salve your conscience by noting that you're eating leftovers from last night. You're saving food. The starving people in China who make our RBA knockoffs (while buying our debt and slowly, imperceptibly owning us) live to see another day, fortified by a masticated chicken wing.
And your whiz-bang treadmill collects all the dust a $300 mistake is able.
Do this instead: join a gym. Yes, it appears to make less $ sense, but there's a motivational factor. People see you. They notice five pounds of chicken fat—or not. It gets you off the couch, and you don't have that $300 paperweight staring you in the face.
Actually, dh uses the treadmill. I do look at it and dust it. The treadmill cost close to a grand back in 2000. Works well. I stopped using it when I developed back problems. I over came most of those problems and trying to find the time to work out. I use my bands 3x a week. I gave away my weight bench and accessories.
I don't care for chicken wings.![]()
Love it when PI's on a roll !!!
I've never bought into the hype of flawless "beauty" out of mag rags and tv. I'm a like it or take a hike kind of gal.
Not good enough, Wharf. Thanks and all, but I'm besieged by pitchfork-wielding women. I need help.
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Thank you for your kind words, and I'm really happy to see you back around here!. . . . .
