Maybe some of you are like me: I don't enjoy exercising. I've tried to convince myself it's fun, it's good for me, etc. and it still feels like WORK. I'd almost rather go to the dentist than put on my workout clothes and engage in a half hour or so of movement, loathing every minute. Almost.
Once upon a time (40 years and over 100 pounds ago) I used to love ONE form of exercise. It was the only thing I ever truly enjoyed: taking ballet classes. But all the rest (which is all that's left to me, at my current weight and age) from playing sports (sports, eek!) to walking on a treadmill or lifting weights...uh-uh! I don't feel virtuous or energized while doing it. I feel fat and sweaty and tired and clumsy. I don't LOOK good while doing it...no self-affirming smiles in the mirror at the gym, enjoying my sleek, toned self, like some of the gym rats. Nope. Just gritted teeth and chafed thighs.
So...I decided to cut myself some slack and find my OWN way to get some movement into my life. I noticed whenever I went to a store that there is a huge parking lot with all the cars packed into the spaces closest to the doors. This is true no matter the weather. People in cars will circle like sharks for 5 minutes rather than park 4 spaces farther from the door. Curious. Funnily enough, it's even true at the GYM! There, hordes of people are arriving, having paid good money to get fit, and they also want to park as CLOSE to the entrance as possible. What's up with THAT???
I decided I would be the rebel of the parking lot. Break away from the herd. Venture into those far-flung (like 25 or 50 or even 100 yards, if it's a big parking lot) parking spaces and walk in from there! I could DEAL with that much exercise. It was handily built into something I had to do anyway (go to the store); it didn't take special clothes, shoes, or preparation (except maybe an umbrella if it's rainy); and best of all I could compare myself to all those parked a stone's throw from the doors, and know that I and I alone was EXERCISING on my way into the store! I liked this. It made me smile. I felt...virtuous!
Having implemented my plan, I've found it really does make a difference, small though the change may be. I'm getting in more "steps" each day. My abdomen is feeling a little tighter, my legs a little looser. And...bonus...nobody is whacking into my car and leaving those annoyingly discourteous dings in the doors and side panels any more! My car sits, alone and unblemished, far from the doors.
So...it just goes to prove one thing: it's always worth finding your own path to success. Your way may not be my way, but think about it and find YOUR path to slaying that exercise dragon. You'll be glad you did.
Have a day filled with success!