My dusty treadmill has been beckoning me with lusty promises of more energy and a slender body. But, I've been turning a deaf ear to the bothersome contraption. "Come to me weary woman, I will bring you vitality, youth and a rosy complexion." The hypnotic whisper is somewhat enticing......Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.
And the battle of the wills continue........the puffy and weak vs. the call of the machine. So far, the puff is winning.
Joy in knowing that machines really don't talk.
HDP
