So what did we do? We did what any other reasonable adult would do. We moaned. We pouted. We talked of the past. And then we took our cheap selves down to the local Goodwill and picked up the first DVD we could find that seemed remotely related to exercise.
Cha-ching!

Oh Nancy Tucker, I do believe you and your southern accent are heaven sent. With phrases such as "now move your fanny lifters", "eww, that hurts," and Jake's favorite, "come on ladies, you can do this." We are bound to have the abs of our dreams in mere weeks.
