An inside day, due to awful weather. Mr Pigalina was in tidying mode and sorted out, among other things, the box of receipts and warranties. Apparently we used to own an eliptical trainer. If our love for the treadmill is anything to go by is it any wonder I can’t remember it?
I have been put on what is called a Green Prescription – an exercise plan with someone checking up on me – to fend off anymore meltdowns (though I have been feeling pretty great since it happened!). The treadmill came out of the garage today and I am supposed to go aqua-jogging at lunchtime tomorrow. Apparently my 30 minutes of treadmill action didn’t even burn off one beer. And I am mighty fond of beer.