Her name is Skinny Minnie. We call her Minnie for short.
She is an exercise bike.
See, a week or so ago, I turned to my darling husband and declared with great conviction, "DEREK! I am fat."
He answered beautifully, "No, you're not, you're pregnant."
Of course I had a retort, "And what shall be my excuse when I'm not pregnant anymore?"
And so we discussed workout potential. We both acknowledged our need for exercise, and lamented the difficulty in attaining it. We can't join a gym, or run outside.
So, that left purchasing something for in-home. Treadmills are pricey and really, I don't believe elipticals do a danged thing for me.
So, we found Minnie.
Minnie came from Craig's List. She was livin' in some dude's storage unit. She is brand new!
Minnie is skinny. She is lightweight and fits right next to my TV. So, I have to stare at her all day. If I don't ride, I know it, and she knows it. She taunts me. So, I haul my pregnant self over to her and ride 5 miles. That is all the more my pregnant tushie can take. (I spent $30 on a gel seat cover, and it's the only thing that makes it tolerable.)
When I'm done being preggo, my goal is 20 miles in 20 minutes. But, that'll have to be a while after the baby is born because, YOWZAH that'll really hurt post-baby.
It's so great. I love her. I hate her, but I love her.