Ah Exercise, how much I love you. You always make me feel good and never hurt me. You always are there for me. I prefer you over all other activities.
Uh, I wish I felt even close to that about exercise.
I realize that I am not the only person on the planet to have this love/hate relationship with exercise. I also know I’m not the only one who has started and restarted and restarted exercise programs only to stop and have to restart again. I’m not the only one, but sometimes I feel like it.
I often see or hear folks talking about their morning runs, or there latest video addiction, or folks expression their pleasure about the newest gym workout. But I constantly wonder how they can keep it up. What do these folks have that I don’t? Besides motivation. OK, motivation is an important thing but motivation doesn’t equal commitment. Nor does it seem to get my butt up in the morning to work out. Because I am motivated to get healthier. Just not so much committed.
What can I do to be more like these fitness fanatics? I’ve taped the depressing before pictures or inspiring after pictures on the wall. Put motivational words in places I’m sure to see when the alarm goes off to deter me from hitting snooze.
But alas, nothing works. If I’m lucky enough to wake up without head pain, I feel way too comfy in my bed to keep from getting a few more zzzzzz before the kids stir.
Well I guess I’ll keep trying. Keep starting and restarting. At least if I don’t stop restarting, that means I’m doing something. Right?