After dinner at our grandma’s house, my sister and I often crept down the stairs and through the long hallway to the fitness room. We passed by the rowing machine, Nordic Track, weights and other exercise devices, and headed straight for the scale-like machine that sat against the wall.
One at a time, we stepped onto the platform, wrapped the wide canvas belt around our waists and flipped the switch. The machine rumbled as it vibrated, shaking the belt furiously as we timed how long we could go before our full tummies protested.
While the 1960s vibrating belt machine wa
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