All of you, who have found an exercise you love, go do it.
This blog isn’t for you.

This blog is for me and any fellow travelers for whom the truth goes something like this:
Exercise sucks! Off the top of my head I can think of twelve things I’d rather do with my clothes on. My inner sloth is using my inner athlete as a seat cushion.

There it is. That’s the truth. The truth is not the excuses we might say out loud. Valid excuses like:
It is 102 degrees with 110% humidity and no one is moving outside. Bike ride, my ass.
I commute 3 hours a day, what time to exercise?
I’m eating on a chair in the living room; my apartment is too small for cardio equipment.
I have no physical grace; it’s painful to watch me try and move.

We say these things not because we deep down inside believe them to be really valid. Deep down inside our inner sloth (in my case, recliner girl) wants adult beverages and the power to rule the day. But we’re not going to admit that out loud.

So here’s the deal, we’re not fooling anyone. Our very pores are exuding “exercise sucks” pheromones.

This is my challenge: embrace the suck. I don’t have to get all gung ho and I don’t have to pretend this is exactly what I want to be doing. I'm avoiding the suck I like least.

Exercise sucks but cardio vascular disease sucks more
Exercise sucks but diabetes sucks more
Exercise sucks but hating the way you look sucks more
Exercise may suck for every single treadmill minute, but I’m embracing the suck and doing it anyway.

This is my record of how I lost the weight for the last time and got healthy.