No, that's not me. But that is what you are suppose to do with a NordicTrack. And we were well aware of that when we bought it in the mid 90's and had every intention of actually using it for that very purpose. And we did... for a time... a very short time. And then something happened. We folded it up and leaned it against the wall in our bedroom and... well, it sorta became a very expensive piece of equipment in which to hang stuff... you know, purses, tote bags, backpacks, jackets, belts. And then before we knew it- outa sight, outa mind. Ok, so occasionally I would be overcome with guilt, and vow to use it again. And I did a couple years ago, while training for our hike down the Grand Canyon. And I knew it would come through for me. I'm stubborn like that. No way was I going to admit that we had made a dumb purchase and sell it at our next yard sale. No way. Not me. Cuz I knew that one day I would get that urge and it would be there for me, buried under all that stuff, waiting for me, proving to me that it still had what I needed. Well, to make a long story even longer. I got the urge, got it out, got started and... let's just say... I'm liking it. Not loving it. But I know it's what I need to be doing to feel better. It's time I get serious and get moving. So, me and my 'vintage' Nordic are slowly getting reacquainted. I don't want to get too attached and all. I mean, the urge could leave at any time. And let's face it, we're both getting on in years. So for now I have been burning 200 calories by walking 2 miles in 22 minutes while watching TV, every day, since Saturday. And yes, it came with one of those computers that tells you things like that. That helps.
So there you have it... my NordicTrack, drinking lots of water, no food after 7 PM and healthy eating. I don't want it to be any more complicated than that. Cuz the older I get, I'm all about keeping things simple. Not that it won't be hard... cuz it is. But I'm in for the long haul. Well, actually a month to be exact, when we leave for our two week trip to Wisconsin. And then hopefully by then, it will have become a lifestyle, a habit, something I dare say, I will come to love and enjoy? Oh, I can only hope.