Wednesday Revelations

Shhhhh!!! I have a secret that I am going to tell you.

You know those people that always go on and on about how they work out?

And how they love it?

And how they couldn't live without it?

Oh yeah, you all know them. You're probably thinking of one person right now.

Well...

I have always held a deep, abiding resentment toward these people.

Don't get me wrong. It wasn't a super harsh resentment. In fact, it was quite small.

But it was there nonetheless.

Why?

Because I called a big, huge B.S.!!

Come on! I told myself. Nobody LIKES to work out. It's terrible. It's exhausting. It kicks your butt!

I was convinced that anybody who said otherwise was either lying or they just had some gene that I apparently wasn't lucky enough to get.

So now for the kicker.

I was wrong.

That's right, it hurts to admit it.

(Better take note of such an admission, hubby :)

And it's true.

Because after a month of doing consistent workouts, I have slowly developed into one of those people.

I know! Nobody could be more shocked than I!

Apparently you actually have to do it to get the effect.

Who knew?

I seriously get a high from the endorphines.

I feel much more balanced and energized overall.

And I love the sweaty, tired, just-finished-workout feeling that I get. It's amazing!

I love it so much that in the morning I can barely wait until my son gets his morning cartoon fix so that I can monopolize the tv and get moving.

And so there you have it.

I send out my deepest apologies to those who already understood.

I just didn't know.

Or at the very least, I had forgotten how good it felt because it had just been far too long since I really moved.

Now if you excuse me, I am off to do some yoga, breathe deep, and contemplate my transformation.

I am now officially a person that people like me hate. And I don't even care.