I hate exercise.
No, I really, really hate it.
I am not athletic, I never enjoyed sports. I was the kid who would have rather be with a book than a ball.
But (and to get rid of my big one) I need to amp up the movement.
So today I'm vowing to stark sneaking in the dreaded exercise. My plan is to park in the very far corner of the parking lot at work. Take the stairs instead of the elevator (I only work on the 3rd floor).
No, I really, really hate it.
I am not athletic, I never enjoyed sports. I was the kid who would have rather be with a book than a ball.
But (and to get rid of my big one) I need to amp up the movement.
So today I'm vowing to stark sneaking in the dreaded exercise. My plan is to park in the very far corner of the parking lot at work. Take the stairs instead of the elevator (I only work on the 3rd floor).
Baby steps. Baby steps. I keep telling myself that this is the way I'm going to restore my health. It can't be a quick fix, I have to make these changes for the long term
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