Why I Hate Exercise

There are reasons I don't exercise willingly and cheerfully.

No one knows better than I how much I need to.

No one feels more guilty than I because I don't.

On Monday my friend Joan and I went to

Soft Surroundings to be fitted for a Woman's Club

style show...on April 8th!

Let me tell you, there's nothing that will motivate a girl

to exercise quite like that!

I told them I was going to lose 15 pounds before the show!

  Joan talked me into cutting it to 10 since

I only had two weeks!

So...of course you could have found me at LA Fitness

that afternoon.  

But I wasn't very joyful.

And my "workout" was rather pitiful.

Thanks to Sheaffer at Pinterest Told Me To,

I can now diagnosis my problem.

She suffers from the same malady!!!

It is: "Where the heck are my endorphins???"

I've "worked out" every day this week,

and I have yet to experience one endorphin.

Yes, I'm glad I'm going.

But I'm supposed to be able to bask in my endorphins!

 I don't feel euphoric or even inspired.

No, I don't want to go back today.

But I have lost 3 pounds.

Of course, I'm starving, too.

Right now.  Right this minute.  I'm starving. 

That is Problem #1.

Problem #2 is this.

"Find something you like and enjoy doing for exercise.

Then you'll stick with it!"

That's what they say.

I don't like and/or enjoy anything, I'm sad to report.

I'm stuck with not sticking with anything.

I do love to ride a bicycle, and I have a very nice one, 

but there's that

pesky helmet that messes up my hair,

there's all that traffic,

and there's that fragile bone stuff.

I don't mind walking around the neighborhood if:

It isn't too hot.

It isn't too cold.

It isn't windy at all (the hair, you know.)

I have time (you know--IOIHT)
(explanation here) 

I am, however, attacking my problem head-on.

Since my problems with LA Fitness are

(1) getting ready (in decent "workout gear")

(2) driving there, and (3) it not being cold enough,

I have bought an elliptical machine for my exercise room.

The problem is, it is backordered and doesn't arrive

until after the final rose style show.

I'm pretty sure my endorphins are hiding up in my 

exercise room.

And I know I'm just going to LOVE "ellipticalling"

for hours up there!!!


But in case I don't...now you know why.

 

I Have IOIHT Syndrome

Oh, yes, brothers and sisters, I do.

I wonder if there are any fellow sufferers out there.

Somehow I doubt it--or doubt that other cases

have been diagnosed.

It is the "If Only I Had Time" syndrome.

I noticed it this morning--for about the millionth time.

I was sitting at my vanity getting ready to leave

to pick up a friend at an appointed time.

I had to get something out of a very messy drawer.

I thought, "If Only I Had Time, I would clean

that thing out!"

The drawer is in a sink unit which looks like 

someone has hit it a few licks with something.

"If Only I Had Time, I would touch those 

nicks up.  I'll bet I could make it look perfect!" 

Now I'm home.  I have time to be blogging.

But have I cleaned out that drawer or touched

up the cabinet?  No.

Now I have time.

But now I don't want to.

The first time I really noticed this was in a very

different situation.

  In the early days of Jack's and my travel,

we would no sooner be off the ground 

than I would be thinking of something I was

going to cook when we got home and

I had time!

I even bought cruise ship cookbooks.

Did I create any of the recipes?

No.  I didn't create anything.

It only sounded like a good idea when it

wasn't possible!

Another manifestation of my strange syndrome:

If I had Jack, the reluctant shopper, with me

I would see things I wanted to look at, examine, try on

everywhere I looked--If Only I Had Time!

I could go back later--alone--to the same stores

and see nothing I liked.

And here's poor Charleigh-Girl sitting by my chair

looking longingly at me.

"If Only I Had Time" I would go outside and

throw the frisbee for her.

But, alas, it's time for

Dancing With The Stars.