I? HATE to exercise.
There. I admitted it.
I hate sweating. I hate the heat. I hate that FLAPPING noise that my arms make when I swing them around. It sounds like a helicopter taking off and, as you can imagine, that is VERY UNATTRACTIVE.
I love to exercise.
I love how I feel so much better when I work out. I look forward to my daily walks with my co-worker and I look forward to seeing how we can push ourselves. I love and I mean LOVE how I can be having the most craptacular day and burn it off, hard, by running on the treadmill.
I love that I can run.
Last year at this time? I couldn't run.
I'm still a long way from where I need to be. This isn't The Biggest Loser (new season! Starts September 15th! WOOT!). I'm healthier and stronger. Not skinny and probably never will be. I still don't like getting up early and I don't like exercising twice a day and I really wish I didn't feel like I was going to TOTALLY FAINT after walking up that enormous hill to get to my office.
But I'm getting there. I'm learning to love this. To accept it. To be okay.
I even bought a pair of pants that are smaller. I don't even know how to feel, but when they arrive? We'll see.
I'm changing. It's good.