Christmas Bonding Time

My mom and I have a heart-felt tradition for the holidays: pretending to exercise. We love going to the YMCA and burning calories together. Do we run? No. Do we work hard? Please. We grab magazines, jump on the tv-equipped treadmills, tune into My Sweet Sixteen or Emeril - maybe even bring a snack - and distract ourselves in every possible way from legitimate exercise. When we leave, it feels like we've accomplished something and, all smiles, we leave feeling great.