I confess that I am enjoying guilty pleasure with the new torture devices that now reside in my basement.
(shaddup you dirty little minds)
Hubs and I are now the proud (or rather blushing with shame) owners of a Bowflex and a Bowflex treadclimber.
For as long as I have known my husband, he has wanted a Bowflex. And late at night when I happen across the infomercials, I have wanted a treadclimber. And Saturday, I happened across a garage sale where the guy offered me a deal I couldn't refuse on the pair of them.
Guilt because you KNOW you don't use exercise equipment, or most people don't after the third week of January. Pleasure because for the next three weeks I can delude myself into believing that this WILL make a difference in my fitness level this winter. And every time I descend the stairs (and I've done that muchly today as I did laundry loads innumberable) I see them and grin.
I feel so smart. It's the gatherer in me. Look what I found for you, dear!
As I type, my hunny is going through his workout and if HE feels better, it was worth it. And I promised myself that I wouldn't go through another winter without a treadmill so now I have no excuses.
So there you have my guilty little secret. Here's to wishful thinking.
I pray I'm not going to feel like an idiot in February when clothes are hanging off of it and I can't pay someone to take the eyesores away.