Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d ever say the coolest gift I got for Christmas was a piece of exercise equipment.
But this time last year I never would have believed that I would be writing a dieting column either. Me? The overweight, serial dieter?
Anyway, I have never before wanted exercise equipment for Christmas. In my book, that’s comparable to receiving an appliance for Mother’s Day. My Christmas gift list always sounds more like the “Santa Baby” song: a ring, and I don’t mean on the phone.
That was until my younger son and his wife invited family over for desserts and a tree-trimming around Thanksgiving. I noticed the other mother-in-law was looking great. She had lost a noticeable amount of weight and had the legs of a high school cheerleader. My daughter-in-law later told me her mom had been riding a recumbent exercise bike and was down to a size 8.
I wasn’t exactly sure what that was … but SIGN ME UP!