I’ve set plenty of goals for myself to loose a few pounds here and there. Any time I’m working on those goals, I simply try to moderate my food intake, because, basically, I think exercise sucks.
I’m not huge, I think. And I don’t feel like I overeat. I just clear my plate, like I was told to do when I was a kid. I was also told that it was more valuable to study and get good grades than to do well in sports, so that’s what I did.
I never built the exercise habit when I was young, and I tend to think the whole idea is a bit crazy. One of my cousins gets up early every morning, so she can run for almost an hour and still have time for a shower before work. Consciously, I realize that she’s got a good idea there. I can justify my need for sleep and my lack of time, though.
At a basic level, I need to make exercise something that I recognize as fun and good, instead of my current reaction, which goes along the lines of the fact that I’ll get smelly and sweaty and the whole experience is going to hurt. Somewhere, I know that I need to work out, at least a little. It’s good for my body, and I’ve heard that it’s relaxing. Considering I stress more than I would like about my weight, I could probably get a double load of relaxation out of the deal.
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