When I was growing up, I was always running around, playing hide-and-seek and volleyball, bicycling, skating, and all those things kids did before computers, video games, and Netflix (gosh, I feel so old now!).
Then, I hit puberty. I didn’t consider any of those activities “proper exercise”. Nope, exercise was a painful form of torture we had to endure at the gym to get the slim and flawless body the media assured us was the only type worth having.
As I sweated on the treadmill, in the vain in hope of achieving what I now know is an unachievable ideal, all my love for exercise evaporated. I began alternating short period of intense (too intense to be sustainable) exercise, with longer periods of inactivity and binge-eating. Until, frustrated, I gave up exercise for good and became a couch potato.
It was only a year and a half ago that I started exercising again. This time I kept at it. How? Because, now, I actually enjoy it. I know, I couldn’t believe it myself, but it’s totally possible to go from loathing exercise to looking forward to putting your running shoes on (ok, I haven´t taken up running, yet, but you get my meaning).
Here´s the mental shift that must happen to make you fall in love with exercise: