confessions of a lazy woman

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Sports and I were never best buddies. I always preferred less... shall we say... sweaty activities. If there was a way to get an aerobic exercise from reading a book, painting, or writing a story, believe me, I would have found it by now. But once my prime came and went, there were no other alternatives. So, despite my vehement opposition to the idea, I too succumbed to the necessity of working out.

At first, I collected numerous gym memberships: the co-ed kind, the 30-minutes kind, the women's workout and spa kind, the private trainer kind. Once the initial resolve dwindled, so did the frequency of my visits. At some point, I decided to waste invest my money on something more tangible. That's when I bought my first treadmill...

I'm afraid this generic and fuzzy picture is all I have to show you since, a while back, we forgot our treadmill in the backyard where we moved it one inspired summer, and it hopelessly rusted in the rain the ensuing winter. It's probably in some junkyard heaven somewhere now, if it has not been recycled yet to something useful. It wasn't missed much though, because, apart from the random and ever so infrequent  run jog walk slow walk, it was mostly used for kiddie acrobatics by one highly kinetic little miss Em.

Then a few years ago, several members of my family acquired and started feverishly using stationary bikes. Their tummies were tighter, their skin looked healthier, in short, they positively glowed!
So I, of course, immediately went out and bought myself one of these...

It's not what you think. I did use it. I DID! 

Well, a few times anyway. 

Nowadays , it mostly does this:

They say that the definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior, again and again, fully expecting a different outcome. And since I am not insane (at least not entirely), I decided to change my behavior in the hopes of yielding a better result. Intent on overcoming my stagnating state of physical activity and bettering my health by properly exercising my body,  here's what I am doing differently:

DRUMROLL... please!

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• I got a BIGGER machine. It's heavier, too, so I cannot drag it outside and let it rot in the rain.
• I put it in my garage, not my bedroom, where I don't have any pillows or clothes.
• I did NOT buy it. I borrowed it from someone. 
• It was lent to me without its electrical cord, so I cannot actually monitor my heartbeat or caloric loss, nor program it to do harder sets.
• It's an elliptical machine, one I have never tried before and don't really know how to use.

Change the behavior and you shall change the result. Whaddayathink?

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