So the oldies with good memories may recall that, for me, exercise and humiliation tend to go hand in hand. Anyone remember getting busted singing "Redneck Woman" on the treadmill or the unfortunate 3 Fiber One bars before yoga incident?
Well the gods had been telling me to just sit on my butt and eat twinkies but I just don't learn!
Last night I come home from yoga and decide to just try my new shoes on the treadmill for a minute before returning them to make sure they were too small. I'm in the basement, about to get on the treadmill and decide my yoga pants are waaay to heavy... and I'm all alone... so I take them off...
5 minutes later DH comes home early from golf to find me on the treadmill in sports bra, tank, running shoes... and a g-string.
Needless to say, much laughter and pointing ensued. When will I learn?