When I was in high school, I absolutely hated exercise. I loved playing sports. Playing soccer, shooting baskets, going swimming? Those were all fine and dandy. But exercising for the sake of exercising? No thank you.
I forced myself to go to the gym for the same reason many of us started working out: I wanted to lose weight. I was unhappy with my body and was convinced that if I grinded out an hour on the elliptical every day, I’d lose a few pounds. I was in it for the weight loss, plain and simple. I was envious of those girls who were “naturally skinny” and “didn’t need to work out”. Every day, I forced myself back on the treadmill, angry and resentful that I needed to exercise in order to look good. It didn’t seem fair. Continue reading