Jane Fonda is not a hero to me (for myriad reasons including those ridiculous '80s fitness tapes), I don't pause even for a second at the piles of Pilate's equipment for sale around me (unless, of course, there is something purple in the pile), I think Madonna looks freakish not fit, and I laugh at joggers and bikers as I speed past in my sporty new Ford Edge. Despite my growing waist-line, I have never been a fan of exercise.
By "not a fan", I mean I loathe it. Desperately. Hate to sweat. Especially sweating due to exertion.
I have come to realize that this avoidance will have to cease once the diet is completed, and my "maintenance" phase is over. I am not looking forward to it. Sounds like work. Hard work. I can diet more readily than exercise. But it seems that if the input is to increase, the output is going to have to as well. (I hate being a grown up!)
Thank goodness for the Wii. I might be able to trick my anti-fitness brain into thinking it is a game. In fact, some of the exercises are actually kind of fun.
But not the lunges. Definitely not the lunges. I hate the lunges.