Exercise, that is.
Looking at me and knowing me, you would never, ever think that I exercised. I’m short, overweight, and not physically fit. Those are just the facts.
I’ve found I need exercise. I need the endorphins. I feel so much better when I do it and I feel like shit when I don’t. It goes above and beyond the guilt factor. It really affects my mood. It’s such a bizarre realization for me to come to. Team sports have never interested me, I’m not coordinated in the least, and grace is not my middle name.
To compound all of this, I really hate exercising. I love the feeling I get afterward, but I don’t enjoy the process. I don’t like being outside, I don’t like sunshine, and I sweat a lot. I haven’t really noticed a change in my body during those periods that I exercise regularly, so there isn’t that incentive.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around this idea. I guess what matters is the fact that it works for me and it matters less how/why it works.
*My lack of weight loss is still an issue. I’m trying to just eat healthy stuff and exercise and I’m trying not to freak out too much about the numbers on the scale. It’s frustrating, to say the least.
