I love my new treadmill. I love that I found it, I love that I crammed it in the car by myself, and I love how I feel when I use it. I can tell it’s poor quality, but it’s so portable. I can move it around all the different rooms of my house, using it in front of the television when I’m watching, or in my bedroom with my headphones and an audiobook when Jake’s playing video games.
I see how Lisa worked her way quickly up to 30 miles a week. I am walking at least two miles a day right now as my son starts a new high school, I adjust to life on a new budget, and I wait to receive the money from the sale of my marital home.
I start to notice other changes that feel related to the treadmill. I’m more comfortable wearing the capsule wardrobe that reveals the shape of my body, now that I’m f
