I’m pretty sure many, if not most, women would be downright offended if their husbands told them they were getting them an elliptical machine for their birthday.
But I pride myself on NOT being a typical woman.
Also, I’ve been whining about being fat and wanting an elliptical machine for MONTHS.
We figured we’d invest in a machine eventually, after we paid off our current big bills—the furniture, the credit card that covered so many moving/house necessity expenses—and got ourselves a new bed…and paid that off.
And then we got the monthly coupon book from Costco and they had a really good deal on an elliptical machine that had good reviews. And we bit the bullet.
Bob claimed the machine would be my birthday present as a sort of “justification” for buying it now. I balked at the price tag for a BIRTHDAY PRESENT so he added Christmas to the excuse. I’m thinking birthday and Christmas for the next five years or more, but hey…you know…whatever.
I’ve gained a considerable amount of weight since we moved. (I’ve gained back all but 10 pounds of the weight I lost four years ago. In five months.) There are a number of factors I believe are the cause of this, least of all being my actual diet, but we’ll burn that bridge when we get to the doctor in two weeks.
But when I start looking like this:
Something’s gotta give. And there is no more “give” in my jeans.
So I’ve been spending a lot of time lamenting my fat. Bob contradicts me with varied and sundry ways of saying “KNOCK IT OFF.” And now we have an elliptical machine in the second bedroom.
And it came with a tube of Lube.
No. Really.
And then I laughed.
Because I’m TWELVE.
It was delivered and assembled today. I sat down and read the manual and then went to tinker around with it. I lasted about five minutes before my legs started to give out.
Because I am SEVERELY OUT OF SHAPE.
Baby steps. I’ll get there. Little by little.
My goal is to use it everyday and build up my endurance until I can go for 30 minutes to an hour. And then I’ll probably cut it back to X-number of days a week. Though I could do it everyday.
I have that kind of time.
And I’ll take any excuse to buy new shoes.
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