Still No Treadmill

I thought I would tell you today about the treadmill saga.  Tuesday, May 1st, treadmill #1 was sent to Sears, where we went to pick it up.  The box was wide open with items falling out, so we refused the shipment.  My husband re-ordered the same treadmill, but this time, had it delivered to our house. I was so excited when it showed up Friday evening.  My excitement didn't last long when we realized that box was also not secured.  My husband decided to put it together and maybe all the parts would still be in the box.  The parts were all there, but there was a rip in the belt and one of the roller wheels were out of place.  No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn't fix the stupid wheel.  So my husband headed back to Sears to return the second treadmill.  Yesterday, we went out to look at treadmills and we found one we thought might work out OK.  Guess what?  The floor model was the only one left and it was worn out and icky.  I'm beginning to think someone might be trying to tell me to not run a 5K.  It really has been one obstacle after another.  Anyway, we came home and Lee ordered yet another treadmill, this time from Walmart.  I'm hoping this blasted thing comes in with everything in place and it's just what I need.  Before placing the order, I was reminded (on Mother's Day),  that there is a weight limit on these things.

I already know that I'm pleasantly plump, being reminded of it only makes me sad and feel like dookie. Just like the woman at the flea market who felt the need to tell me that she sells plus sizes.  Yeah, thanks for that beotch. There was also the guy who gave me a T-shirt that was like 2 sizes bigger than I am, but it made me realize how people see me. Obviously, everyone thinks I'm really fat. I never thought of myself as being that bad, but lately, more and more people have been reminding me that I'm overweight.  Hey, at least I'm trying to do something about it.  I'm working on my weight and I don't think those insensitive people are working on their stupidity or just shutting the #@*$ up.  Sorry, I didn't expect this blog entry to take me somewhere yukky, but it's all a part of this process. I'll let you know about the newest treadmill purchase when it arrives.