THAT Feels Better

Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I didn't exercise last week. Sue me -I was busy going into the office and saving democracy.

But I'm back to the grind this week, and man, do I feel better.

This sucks. I hate to exercise. I hate it. I HATE IT WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS!

I think it's incredibly unfair and sadistic that something I hate so much makes me feel like poo when I don't do it.

Stupid exercise. Stupid biology.

12 comments:

Random Michelle K said...

Well if you were here you could walk with me. It's never boring to walk with me. I can make up entertaining stories from next to nothing!

Jeri said...

I need a hiking partner too. The only one in the smug family that likes to hike is eldest son - and at 6'4" and 190 lbs, he likes 8 mile hikes with lots of vertical. Ouch pain!

My sister and mom are a couple hours away, so I hike mostly alone. My neighbor sometimes is willing but her schedule is crazy.

I don't make up crazy stories - but I don't whine & complain either!

Yes, exercise makes me feel better, I don't know why I don't do it more often. It gives me tons of energy and is more effective than a handful of Prozac.

MWT said...

*prods Jeri in the direction of yoga* ;)

Exercise is weird that way for me, too. On the one hand, it's a lot of energy to have to rouse up and expend. On the other hand, there are parts of me that want to do that, and like to do that, and make me get up to do it again later.

The longer I wait between sessions, though, the harder it gets to rouse up that energy again.

Random Michelle K said...

The more effective than a handful of prozac is why I exercise 5 days a week.

But I have to admit that my favorite walking is at lunch with my friend. We walk for 30 minutes (we're finally back on schedule after a year and a half off for her getting pregnant and pregnancy) and although the 30 minutes (~3500 steps) is good, even better is just being able to talk for 30 minutes.

Sometimes it's a bitch session, sometimes it's joking around, but I always feel better when we're done.

And even better, right now it's mostly baby stories. :)

Janiece Murphy said...

I'm not bored with the Evil Machine of Torture - I load up the TiVo and I have backup DVD's so I have something to do while I'm on it. I just don't like to exercise.

Never have, never will.

Just ask Amy.

Nathan said...

I'm utterly slothful in my daily life and I never exercise for the sake of exercise. I do, however walk a hell of a lot on any given work day, and my pace would leave most people in the dust.

John the Scientist said...

"On the other hand, there are parts of me that want to do that, and like to do that, and make me get up to do it again later."

Endorphins, dude. You're addicted.

And Janiece, oyu need a punching bag. Then you'll enjoy the exercise.

kimby said...

I love my heavy bag...we bought it under the premise that it was for Hubby and Munch to practice their kicks for judo....but i really bought it for me. It is very theraputic.(and almost the only "exercise" that i do). I have a stand up/ off load trucks kind of job..and so at the end of the day..i don't do any other exercise. It wasn't always like that...and i keep vowing that i will change it...not today though..and probably not tomorrow either. At least I am honest!

John the Scientist said...

"kicks for judo"

????

Ur doin it wrong!!!

:p

(I practice mixed martial arts, myself)

kimby said...

whoops!
Munch corrected me...it was Karate..and they only lasted a few terms...Munch doesn't do any sort of "group" stuff and we thought it might help him be more sociable. Turns out..we were wrong.

Hehe John.."mixed martial arts"...you must have SEEN my hubby and son in action? That is a great way to describe what ever it was that they were attempting to do.
:)

The Mechanicky Gal said...

Whaaaaaat? Janiece LOVES exercise.
And Funyuns for breakfast.
OK, I lie and grossly.
Janiece hates exercise.
H.
A.
T.
E.
S.
It.

Carol Elaine said...

I'm not too fond of exercise either, which is patently obvious to anyone who meets me (I'm not exactly on the...petite side). However, while I do find I feel better when I do exercise, I'm annoyed that I don't have the stamina I used to have, even when I weighed more. That seems to be due to my asthma, which seemed to crop up last year and isn't quite as under control as I would like it to be. As a result I'm tired almost all the damn time because I'm not yet getting all the oxygen I need (L.A. air doesn't help much in that regard either).

Right now my doctor and I are currently testing different medications to see which one will work best - hopefully the Advair I'll be picking up this week will enable me to breathe both during the day and at night. Which will get more oxygen into me. Which will make me more energetic. Which will make me feel like really working out.

At least I still walk a fair amount during the day and my apartment is up a flight of stairs, so I'm not totally slothful. And I'm checking out different types of exercise that won't be too hard on my poor widdle wungs.

G-d, I hate asthma.