Big Bertha (my treadmill) has been getting minimal use lately. I was religiously plugging away every single day for at least 30 minutes. One day I noticed that the speed kept slowing up and slowing down without touching any buttons. It would hesitate or stall when both feet were on and then speed up as soon as I would pick up my feet. This gave me the feeling of falling and I've steered clear (probably just another excuse on my part). At first I thought it was my weight, but I got the torture device when I was well over 300 pounds and haven't had an issue.
Instead of sitting around eating bons bons, I decided to plug in one of our many dancing games. Let me tell you....my whole body hurts! My arms especially are killer - even just to raise them above my head. My body is moving, I've got swamp ass (sweat in my unmentionables), my head is swinging in time with the beat, and I'm singing off key. It's the most fun I've had in quite awhile. The kids are even getting involved and have become my back up dancers. Those little monkeys would outshine me if I wouldn't push myself to move and we can't let that happen!
I'm having a blast! I'm moving and shaking my ass! And I'm loving every minute. How silly is it to finally realize that if you do something you love, then it doesn't feel like exercise?