Exercise, it's so much work, I mean really...who has the time? Which is why purchasing exercise equipment from an infomercial makes complete sense. The prospects of getting quickly into shape, in the comfort of my own home, while watching TV. It's almost too good to be true.
I've owned the Ab-doer, the Ab-roller, the Ab-wheel, the Ab-cruncher, and three balance balls. I've even owned the complete set of Abs of Steel on VHS. Sadly, my abs are nothing of the sort.
"Oh, when are you expecting?" A strange lady asked at the supermarket while reaching for my stomach.
"I'm not!" I shooed her hand away. She huffed away hastily. How dare I embarrass her for insulting me.
Comments like those only motivate me to obtain another machine promising a quick fix.
The side-stepper, the stair-stepper, the treadmill, and the Gazelle were supposed to tone my legs and give me a firmer backside. But after a few weeks, they became more ornamental than functional.
The Reebok Slider, a rowing machine, and a bike were for cardio, but the trick is, you have to actually use them. The resistance bands and ankle weights barely made it out of the box. I won't even mention the gym membership.
So I'm back to the basics. A jump rope and a pair of Reebok Easy Tones.
Well...for a few weeks.