My 84 year old mother, who weighs about 90 pounds soaking wet, told me during our phone conversation today that I needed to lose weight. Something about beer and calories, long commutes, chips and dip, no exercise, blah blah blah blah.
I didn't think that was very nice. So I'm making her assemble some new exercise equipment when it arrives on Tuesday. That will teach her. I hope she doesn't have a hard time getting that treadmill and elliptical machine down to the basement. I don't want to see any scratches on the wall or on the machines. Tell me I need to lose weight.... Hmmph.