Apparently skepticism is alive and well.
There are people (who shall remain nameless....ahem!) that enjoy making snide remarks about my recent frequenting of the gym.
In an effort to clear my good name....and keep myself busy while on the exercise bike this morning....Rosie and I snapped a few pictures to prove our health club existence.
This is the inside of the gym.
See those treadmills? I've sweat on those.
See those white machine weights? I've attempted to do those.
See those elliptical machines? I've wanted to throw up on those.
This is what my bike was saying about me this morning.
And that is my Crystal Lite, since drinking plain water makes me want to hurl.
And this is Mrs. Nike. She's working hard pedaling away. Mr. Nike was also working, but didn't make the picture.
So....blaspheme away, you Judases.
I am now a gym rat. Who also did lunges today. And also some crazy exercise on some contraption on the burly man side of the gym.
Pass the cheese.