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I managed to get on my dusty treadmill this evening.  You see I have a bit of an interesting situation when it comes to exercise.  Aside from the fact that I just don’t like it…you know, I never sit around thinking man, I’d really like to go for a walk or lift some weights.  Lack of desire aside, I have a full-time job and two kidlets.  The hubby and I work opposite shifts so we don’t have to do daycare…but this basically means that as soon as I get home my husband goes to bed.

The kids think the treadmill is awesome…but at their age an operating treadmill is fun but dangerous.  So, I have to disable the power until they are in bed.  By then it is getting close to 9 PM, I’ve got laundry to do, bills to pay, clothes to set out, etc.  I seriously have to force myself to do any time on the treadmill.  Then while I’m on there, I’m never thinking, “Oh this feels great.”  I’m always thinking, “How close am I to being done?” In addition, I’m obese and out of shape.  I start dripping in sweat almost immediately.  It only takes a few minutes before my feet and knees and sometimes even my hips start to ache.

Truth be told, even if I were in shape, I just don’t suspect I’ll ever be the kind of person that looks forward to working out.  I will probably always have to force myself to do it.  I don’t really get that endorphin rush or a feeling of self-satisfaction when I’m done.

All that exercise bashing aside.  I managed to get myself on there, just for 15 minutes…but I did it…and I’m happy about that.

Now for the bills and laundry.