This year, I started fresh off a much needed vacation. Once I touched down back in the states, my inbox was flood and two messages caught my eye. One was from a personal trainer who told me that a “friend” gifted me a training session. Yeah, I didn’t know whether or not to be offended. Next was a note from my cousin, who decided to start a Biggest Loser club. Now, if you’ve ever seen me you know I’m not a little woman. I stand 6’1″ and I’m not a size 8. I took these to mean that the “universe” was trying to tell me something. I’m a former athlete who knows better when it comes to health, exercise and eating but I haven’t been able to carve out the time…
Now here is where things take a turn.
This unfinished post was sitting as a draft for over three months which means if I couldn’t even get a post about my (so be it, temporary) enthusiasm for fitness published…I wasn’t doing it in real life.
Oh as for that Biggest Loser challenge, all but one of the group members quit (before even starting).
I say all that to say…when I get back to NYC (I’m on vacation…again) I’m going to buy this peddle master. 
I’ve never been able to be committed to working out either. I always started a workout for a good two weeks and reverted back to old behavior. Good luck