Here's the thing: I hate exercising.
I do. I hate it with a passion. I have been exercising for 2 months now (give me a gold star, right?), and I can tell you that in no way am I "addicted" to it. It takes every ounce of resolve I have to drag my ass downstairs to our treadmill. I then have to find it in me to get ON the treadmill, crank that baby up to 5.5, and run.
But I will say this... The way I feel after I exercise is amazing. My body feels good and healthy, my lungs feel like they can take in more air. My muscles hurt, but it's a good hurt; they're telling me that they appreciate the chance to work, that they are glad for the chance to get healthier, too.
Two days ago at work I had to climb two flights of stairs. To those of you who have always been physically active, this prospect is barely a blip in your very active radar. But for me it's a big deal. I work in a hospital, and we're always going from floor to floor. I'm not going to be the only doctor that takes the elevator to go from the first to the third floor. But in the past, I would do that if there was no one around. Or if I could think of a good enough excuse, like I hurt my knee (not) exercising the weekend before. Some lie that would make it sound like I was wounded in battle, and of course for the greater good. But really it was just that I was a cow, and I'm not really sure who I thought I was fooling back then.
But anyway, yes...the stairs. I climbed them with a colleague of mine, a doctor 4 years older than me and very fit. I thought to myself, Don't even breathe heavy, Sunshine...Don't even break a sweat.
And you know what? I didn't. HE did, but I didn't. I got to the top of the steps and the muscles in my legs didn't hurt, they felt strong and reliable. My lungs felt even more clear, like I had gotten the chance to move some of the stale air that had been collecting in the bottom of them after I had been sitting and looking through a chart for a good 20 minutes. I used to ALWAYS sit around, and for a lot longer than 20 minutes. I can't imagine how desperate my lungs were for a fresh, deep breath.
This is why I exercise. Do I like it? Oh, hell no I don't. Do I think it's impacting my weight loss? Honestly, not really. But the feeling...that's incomparable.
Happy weekend!!! :D