The following is a quote from a newsgroup post. I am quoting someone else's words -- she dislikes exercise -- and then I responded to her. It was pure blob material, so I'm copy-pasting, unapologetically, verbatim.
> Now, what I want to know is how the exercise gene passed me by. My
> two sisters LIKE exercise, I think it's as boring as watching
> paint dry. Being the only one that ended up celiac is not special,
> it's just, just ICKY.
I hate exercise. I do.
Yet. Oddly. I do it.
It was habit, see. I made myself do it, and keep doing it. Not always, mind. Originally, I'd start out, all enthusiastic. "Oh boy, I'm gonna exercise and lose me some WEIGHT, boy oh boy, yeppers!"
Then I'd wake up at the appointed hour and go at it with gusto.
And the next day.
And the next ...
Then, one day, soon after starting, I'd be all, "Well, gee, now, I'm just too tired. I can skip this one time. I've been good so far. One day isn't gonna hurt."
And the next, I'd go, but grudgingly, and I'd do a little less. "I've been good, and five fewer minutes won't hurt ..."
Eventually? I wouldn't bother going at all.
But one day, something in me snapped and I went, religiously. Set up a routine. Do this on this day. That on that day. Can't skip, because then you have to make up for it and you don't want to do twice the work, right?
Go. Go. Go.
And I made it a habit. Then I increased the days I went and the time I spent there because as I lost weight, I gained energy but I also learned the unfair truth: the less you weigh, the harder you have to work to burn the same number of calories. Dammit.
Used to just lackadaisically use the elliptical thingie for about 20 minutes and burn 300 calories, now I had to go at a higher setting for longer. But I had the energy to do so, see. And it felt good when I stopped, because the energy was still there. And I was alert and energetic throughout the day.
So. I still hate exercise. But it's habit to go, and I do so love the energy reward I reap when I finish.
Exercise is still my weakness. I really hate it and have to force myself every time. I've been going for walks with Jeff (1-2 miles, which is a lot for me!) every day for several days, but I know I'll be "tired" tonight. I haven't done my sit-up, etc. routine in a month either. I'm so bad!