Lesson learned: It's foolish to fight my inner nature.
I own a treadmill, but it's a gigantic ugly machine that will look horrible in the main living space of my house. Nonetheless, I have asked Hubby to move it from the basement to the upstairs area. When R goes down for a nap, I plan to set up P with some type of art project (or Dora DVD) and get in 30 minutes of running. It's better than nothing.
I might as well accept that only a zombie attack is likely to drag my ass out of bed in the morning.
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Maybe you could engineer some kind of battery charging system for your treadmill.
Wow, whatta concept. What if all fitness centres had their treadmills and stationary bikes hooked up to generate electricity?
Ahh..I feel you pain! I am looking in the mirror sideways lately, since I can't bear the sight of myself head on. Must lose the fluff...but it's so hard when hubs brings home Ben's and Jerry's.
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