And So It Begins
I’m not a person who particularly likes to exercise.
I love the idea of exercise: the idea of fitness and strength and being healthy appeals to me completely, but the actual act absolutely does not. I would love to be one of those fit people who got up early in the morning feeling the internal need to exercise, but in reality, those people piss me off. I remember having someone in the gym tell me how upset she was for her day if she didn’t exercise and I also vividly remember laughing in her face until I realized she was serious.
I’ve also never been extremely in shape. I’ve never been forced to work out to maintain my body shape. When I do work out, I don’t see my body change, but that also applies with the other extreme: I can eat a full carton of ice cream every day for a month and also see no change. I swim and I’ve sampled almost every sport I’ve heard of, I just don’t feel extremely motivated to do so.
But I’ve finally decided that I want to be fit. I want to feel healthy and strong. I don’t want to be ashamed of my body at the beach, and I don’t want to have to starve myself to take off my shirt in public. I want to be able to do pushups and pull-ups. I want to run a marathon and put one of those annoying stickers on the back of my car.
I really want to be healthy.
And that is something that I can change. This blog will be my motivation and my accountability for what will hopefully become the rest of my life.