So I mentioned we went back to Weight Watchers. We also bought a treadmill. We could have re-joined a gym, but with our schedules during the week being so crazy (I spent almost three hours in the car, not counting the actual work day today) it’s really difficult to make ourselves go.
So we bought a treadmill. A big one. A big industrial strength monster treadmill. If we ever need to barricade ourselves inside the house to keep a zombie horde outside (or something) we can just put this thing in front of the door and live happily ever after. Assuming of course we can actually move it to the door. Hadn’t thought of that. Crap. Zombie lunch, I guess.
I turned it on and started walking. I made it a quarter of a mile before… I… dropped… dead.
Urgh, I am the King of Outofshape.
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