Mad Doll Doctor

I need to get in shape. I’m heavier than I’ve been in years, and I feel lousy most of the time. The problem is, I HATE using exercise equipment, so spending my hard-earned money on club memberships or home gyms makes about as much sense as blowing it at the casino. The treadmill we bought one year in a burst of optimism soon became an expensive clothes horse, as did the exercise bike.

I can see myself using a real bike though, especially if I had a biking buddy. Or even hiking. Last year, I took our fattest mutt, Beans, with me to the walking trail almost every day. We did great until the temperature started hitting the nineties–neither of us are much good in extreme heat. Beans kept jumping into the creek. I might have lasted longer if I had joined her.