So much is going though my head today that I want to share. But I think I'll start with this:
I LOVE EXERCISE!
There. I said it. Phew. I feel like I'm in a support group confessing being a traitor or something. Because I haven't always loved it. For a lot of years I hated it. I rolled my eyes at exercise enthusiasts. They bugged me. But they probably bugged me because deep inside I knew I should be exercising more. Then I'd get the exercise bug and start working out and it was awesome ... for like 3 days ... then I'd start thinking: This is stupid. It's too hard. I can't do this every day for the rest of my life. I hate skinny people. I hate that I am the only person in the world (okay, slight exaggeration, but you get the idea) who has to exercise to be thin. Yuck. I hate it ... and eventually some legitimate excuse would come up and I'd miss a day, then two, then three and then I'd quit once again.
So when I started my first Beach Body Challenge Group I was excited. Then I hated it. I knew I couldn't keep doing it forever but I pushed myself, FORCED myself to exercise 6 days a week because I was a part of a group and I couldn't admit failure to them. Then one day, I liked it. It wasn't so bad. And I know I've shared this part of the story before, but it is leading up to my new revelation ... are you ready for this: I LOVE EXERCISE!!! I'm not kidding. I'm not exaggerating. I am one of those annoying people who will do anything to get that workout in every day. The more I have to do the next day, the earlier I get up to get the workout in because I know I will be lethargic all day without it. I need it. I crave it. It MAKES ME HAPPY.