In which I use LJ for its intended purpose: whining
I hate exercising. Hate hate hate hatehatehate hATE hAtE HATE it. It has never once given me an endorphin rush; instead, it makes me feel exhausted, sore, cranky, and completely inadequate. On the rare stretches when I've stuck with it enough to actually make a difference to how in shape I am, I've still never actually enjoyed it.
You know what I hate more? Looking pregnant and/or dying of heart disease in my 40's. So I will stick with this, no matter how much I fucking detest the whole horrendous process.
Emotional support and encouragement will be greatly appreciated.