Thursday, March 01, 2012
When I was around seven years old, my mom joined a gym. This was pre-Virgin Active or Planet Fitness. There were no vast halls of super-modern machinery, no personal trainers and no Lycra. It was an upstairs room above a bakery, where flabby suburban people could attempt to exercise their muscles while the demotivating smell of freshly-baked bread wafted up through the air conditioning.
My favourite piece of equipment was what I called the bum-wobbler. It was a large material strap that she placed over her hips. Flip a switch and hey presto, instant bum wobble! I think it was supposed to stimulate the muscles and maybe even shake loose a little cellulite, but mostly it was just fabulous fun to watch Ė a rollercoaster for the eyes.
This dream of exercise being a passive thing has by no means diminished. Switch on the television late at night and you will still find some hyper-buff salesperson testifying about the benefits of a machine that sends impulses through the abdominal muscles in order to achieve a high level of fitness - while sitting on the couch.
Iím not a fan. Yes, there might be an improvement in the muscle tone, but unless you are bed-ridden, thereís no substitute for getting out into the world and moving your body. Even if it is fairly slowly along the beachfront with the dog.
Maybe itís the work ethic ingrained in me from when I was a little girl, but I am of the firm opinion that when it comes to fitness, you get nothing for nothing.
But I must confess, the smell of bread baking will always remind me of the bum-wobbler and the fantasy of exercise without effort.
Source: Health 24
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