I hate exercise, I despise how it takes up ME time, like sitting on my rear watching Netflix or taking a well deserved nap. I should be honest, I like how I feel once I have exercised, it’s the whole leading up to the exercise that gets me. Should I do it? Do I have time? Will I be interrupted (this is a given, YES I will be interrupted)? Should I be cleaning the house instead of exercising? How many calories did I really eat today and how many do I have to burn? How many calories in a Big Mac, medium fry (ok large) and a diet coke?
I also get irritated by the people that LOVE to exercise and LOVE to tell you all about it. It is like a vacation or really good sex to them, and to me it is plain old work. I am unemployed and if I am not going to get paid to do something, it spoils it a bit for me. It is wonderful to be in great shape and I envy you bastards, but really look at me, does my face say keep talking about that marathon you just ran or how you have exercised every day for the past 4 years?
That said, I have been exercising quite a bit. Yes, because I want to lose weight, but mostly because I need to get my cholesterol under control without meds. Now I generally walk, but yesterday I actually thought going on a 10 mile bike ride would be a great idea. I did enjoy it while I was doing it, but when you haven’t done something in a long time, it might be a smarter idea to start with say 3 miles and work your way up to 10. This morning when I stepped out of bed I actually had to think for a minute where I had been the night before and how I got gang raped. My “special area” was so sore from being pressed against that tiny bike seat for 10 miles it was like I had given birth.
So I will continue to exercise, but the only time I am going to talk about it is when I have something funny to say about it. By the way, I should probably apologize to the resident whose sprinkler hose got caught on my bike pedal and was dragged until it actually pulled me off of my bike. I have no idea who it belonged to or what yard it should have been in and I didn’t try to figure it out. I just untangled it and tossed it in the yard where I was standing and figured let the kids take the blame for it.
Happy Tuesday, hope it’s full of bliss!