Yes, I realize it's been a while since I've walked/jogged on you. What with us joining the rec center with its fancy machines, and preferring to walk outside or ride our bikes or swim when we're not at the center, I can't blame you for feeling somewhat neglected down there in the cold basement.
But my goodness, it just isn't necessary to make those ungodly groaning and creaking noises when I first start walking. Yeah, I get it: It's been a while. I'm carrying some extra holiday pounds. Okay. You can stop with the horrible sounds now. I mean, really.
Anyhow, I did it. I enjoyed that trail walk on New Year's Day. On Wednesday night, I threw on my exercise clothes as soon as I got home and ran down to the basement before the sloth could set in. I popped an old-school "Doctor Who" DVD into the Xbox and alternated jogging and walking for a half hour. Just like old times. Mission for the day accomplished. And the poor treadmill stopped the dreadful noises after a minute or two. I think it's just getting old.
And tonight, we forced ourselves out into the bitter cold to go to the rec center, where I resumed my weightlifting.
My eating for the last couple of days has been spotless. (It helps that right now, after the holidays, I never want to hear the word "cookie" again.)
I hereby declare the first week of 2008 a success.