Let's Get it Started!

Let's be honest: exercising is hard.

For myself, I enjoy exercising. Truly, I do. I don't really enjoy how I feel during, but after is a great sensation of happiness and health, I guess except for the sweaty skin and icky hair. Ech. But I have to tell you another honest statement: that great sensation of happiness and health is often not reason enough to get me to endure the horrible feelings during exercising.

The start of something is always harder than the actual doing of it.

"If I could just get started on this homework..."

"If I pay this bill first..."

"Must. Not. Watch. Next. Episode. Oops,"

Why is it so hard to get started, even though I know the moment I start it'll be a breeze, or at least, it'll get done? Why do I do that?

This morning I finally decided that I would get up and walk on the treadmill before I had to drop my sister off at school, and already I feel better. I started my day earlier. I've not noticed anymore dramatic changes, not immediately, but walking on the treadmill is not as hard as my sleepy mind makes it out to be.

Maybe it's not exercising that's hard; it's the will and determination to exercise.

Oh!