Driving by one of our neighbors homes, I saw a stepper/exercise machine out in the yard with a “Free” sign taped to it. I like free. Nothing beats free. I decided I could use it and sent my husband and oldest son to go and bring it home.
The first month, I used it a couple of times. It wasn’t so bad. I could watch television to pass the time as I exercised. All was good.
Then came the second month. I became sick and used that as an excuse not to touch the stepper even when I was feeling slightly better.
Today, I decided to give it a go once more. With Rachel Ray discussing organization and the wearing of proper under garments, I thought I would start out by spending only 15 minutes on the stepper.
At 10 minutes I wanted to give up. I told myself at the next commercial I would be done. The next thing I knew, my reader said I had been on the machine for 15:30 minutes.
I figured, why not do 20 minutes instead. Why not! Once I hit 15 minutes, it seemed easier. So at 20:20 minutes, I got off and wobbled on jelly legs over to the couch. It feels good. I feel good. Better to have jelly legs than to have jelly rolls—though nothing beats a jelly donut. Just kidding. No jelly donuts here.
No more excuses.
The first month, I used it a couple of times. It wasn’t so bad. I could watch television to pass the time as I exercised. All was good.
Then came the second month. I became sick and used that as an excuse not to touch the stepper even when I was feeling slightly better.
Today, I decided to give it a go once more. With Rachel Ray discussing organization and the wearing of proper under garments, I thought I would start out by spending only 15 minutes on the stepper.
At 10 minutes I wanted to give up. I told myself at the next commercial I would be done. The next thing I knew, my reader said I had been on the machine for 15:30 minutes.
I figured, why not do 20 minutes instead. Why not! Once I hit 15 minutes, it seemed easier. So at 20:20 minutes, I got off and wobbled on jelly legs over to the couch. It feels good. I feel good. Better to have jelly legs than to have jelly rolls—though nothing beats a jelly donut. Just kidding. No jelly donuts here.
No more excuses.
