Yesterday, my husband and I buried a dear friend of mine.
Although I had only known my friend for 20 months, I had grown to become very fond of her - despite the fact that I wasn't crazy about her when she first came to live with us. But through her, I became healthier - both physically and mentally, and because of her, I became a different person. She helped sculpt me into the person I am today, literally.
So, yes, it was difficult parting with her yesterday... but the smell at the Dump was overwhelming and I couldn't wait to get out of there.
NO! I'm not heartless! We didn't bury our pet at the Dump. What kind of person did you think I am???!!! My husband and I buried our Elliptical Machine. And if you must know, it was my husband who KILLED her!
Until about 20 months ago, I lead a pretty sedentary life. I wasn't much of an exercise / activity type person. Then, an activity would consist of sitting on the couch, exercising my jaw on a bag of potato chips. Sad picture, isn't it?
Needless to say, I was not a picture of health. At 5'3" tall, I weighed 175 lbs and was wearing a size L top and was between a size 14 and size 16 pant.
But I had good intentions. While I wouldn't go to the Gym, I would tell my husband that if only we had a Treadmill at home, I would be able to work out and lose some weight. But my husband being as frugal as he is, kept suggesting that I walk the 3 blocks to the gym.
Needless to say, I didn't.
Then one day, my husband returned home to tell me about an Elliptical Machine he saw at, of all places, London Drugs - a Drug Store! He said that it was only $350 and he was considering buying it. I told him that I would rather invest in a sturdier, more expensive machine. He refused to hear of it. He specifically stated that he wasn't going to spend $1000 for an Elliptical that would eventually become a Clothing Butler.
Since we were at an impasse, we forgot about the machine... or so I thought!
Obviously, he didn't, for 2 weeks later on a Saturday, he came home and said, "Honey, I bought an Elliptical!". My first reaction was, "Why did you spend $350 on a flimsy machine without first talking it over with me". His response was, "I didn't spend $350! It was only $100!"
ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS????!!!!
Okay, despite the fact that I wanted a sturdier machine, $100 really was a good deal! I couldn't possibly fault my husband for that!
So our new $100 Elliptical went into our Family Room. It sat in the corner for about a month before I decided to get on it.
Laugh all you want, but the first time, I got on our cheapy Elliptical, I lasted 3 minutes. Man! It was a tough workout! But then in my defence, I was 175 lbs and I hadn't worked out since the months leading up to my wedding - so, that was like, 11 years ago!!!!
But with each day, I became stronger. My workouts went from 3 minutes to 10 minutes, then to 20 minutes then 30, and occassionally, they would be as long as 90 minutes.
Of course by this time, I had laid full-claim to the machine. This little $100 machine that my husband brought home in his Camry, was now MINE, all mine! It wasn't a fancy machine by any stretch of the imagination. She was a basic Elliptical. She offered no levels, no distance, nothing! She didn't even plug in. All she had was a tiny little screen that showed the length of my work-0ut and this little clock worked completely on manual labor... meaning that it counted as long as I was peddling. She was truly a sad little machine but I loved her nonetheless.
Since she lived downstairs in our Family Room, working out was easy. I would get up at 5am on weekdays, change into my workout gear, walk downstairs and hop on my little machine. Since I loved her soooooo much, some days, I would work out twice a day!
One day, about a year back, she became ill. She squeeked and groaned while I paddled on her. She truly sounded sick. I called my dad and had him come over to check her out. My dad is the best fixer-upper guy in the whole wide world. If anyone could fix anything, my dad could!
He opened my little machine up, inspected her closely and then told me that she had a crack in her front frame - where her upright arm met her base. I was devastated! She had to be re-welded together but he couldn't do it for me. She needed to be fixed by a Professional Welder.
My dad was kind enough to find a Professional Welder who offered to weld my little machine back for $200 and she would be gone for a week! TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS???!!! ONE WEEK???!!! While the cost of the repair was Waaaaaaaaay more than my husband had spent on this machine I was more upset with having her gone for 7 days! But since I loved her so, I relented and had her rewelded.
My dad delivered her home and she stuck with me for another year UNTIL, my husband decided that he was going to start working out as well.
As you know, she was a delicate little machine. She wasn't built for a guy, let alone a guy who was going to run on her and kick the crap out of her!
My husband, who used to be a runner, decided that he couldn't just work out on her like any normal human being. He decides that since he couldn't increase the resistance on my little machine, he would simply increase his speed instead. And by doing this, he ran my little machine into the ground. After 5 days of kicking the shit out of my little Elliptical, I got on one morning (I hadn't been working out for a while for I had Walking Pneumonia) to a horrible deathly noise. It was awful! It was soooo bad that I could hear the noise over the music from my iPod. I immediately called my dad when I got to the office and asked that he come over and check out my machine. He was there when I got home and that's when he told me the news.
She was done. There was no saving her. My darling husband had killed my dear friend. He completedly cracked the back of the frame and almost tore through the belt. The only reason that she hadn't keeled over was because there was about a 1" piece of metal that was keeping her upright. I asked if we could possibly bring it back to the professional welder guy but there was no point in that.
She was done.
It was truly hard to say goodbye to my dear friend. She changed my life literally! With her help, I lost 50 lbs and dropped 5 clothing size AND gained much needed confidence. She changed my lifestyle and in essence, my life.
AND... She was only $100!
It was truly hard to say goodbye to my dear friend... That was until they delivered my new Machine!
Meet my new Man Friend - He's the Octane. He not only looks tough, HE'S TOUGH!
He came to live with us as of yesterday. After a life-changing 20 months, and having proved to my husband that an Elliptical isn't going to turn into an expensive Clothing Butler, I was able to convince him to part with $3,000 and get me this new heavy-duty machine. Isn't HE handsome????!!!
And he'll give my husband a run for his money! Welcome to my home, Big Boy!
Here are a couple of Before Weight-Loss and After Weight-Loss Pictures.
Husband and I in Puerto Vallarta 3 years ago. I wasn't at my heaviest yet. I was about 165 lbs in these pictures. I was wearing a size L in tops and size 12-14 in bottoms.