I don't exercise. The desire to exercise comes and goes like the ebb and flow of waves crashing against a rock, and even though the rock sometimes moves a bit this way, and then a bit more the other way, it remains stuck in the sand. I could make excuses. "I just don't have the time", is a favorite of many. But, I've known people who set their alarms an hour earlier to make time to exercise. Me, I like sleep - A LOT.
There are people who make a commitment to exercise at night, instead of watching TV. More power to them. Me, I like TV - A LOT.
There are people who run in the rain, snow, cold, and wind. Like my old college buddy, Lee, used to say, "The only reason for me to run is if someone is chasing me".
So, it all boils down to this - lack of "stick-to-it" tiveness. Hey, I tried. I bought those Tae Bo tapes. I punched and kicked the air with vim and vigor - for a few months.
I bounced around in the water with those feisty old ladies in my Water Aerobics class - for a few months.
I bought some sort of apparatus to do crunches and I crunched myself silly - for a few months.
These days, I'm working on embracing my inner lazy self. At least for a few months.