Exercise can kill you....I just know it!

I have a love/hate relationship with the gym.

I've been forced into the realization that because of my PCOS, I have to exercise on a very regular basis.  I've never been super fond of exercise.  It feels more like an icky chore rather than something that gets me all giddy with excitement.  I love the gym because it's helped me to lose weight.  I hate the gym because just the thought of having to go some days makes me want to fake an illness.

It helps that Michelle goes with me.  We even have a trainer -- Steve.  He's fabulous and definitely knows his stuff.  I honestly don't know how he puts up with the two of us most days.  We both tend to get pretty whiney when he makes us do walking lunges around the gym, or lift super heavy weights.

Just yesterday, I was pushing 90 lbs. on some machine that works the legs, while Michelle had to do squats.  When I finished and Michelle got into the machine, I just stood there mopping the buckets of sweat from my brow (no lie), praying that my legs wouldn't give out on me, and Michelle tattled on me for not doing squats.  She tattled!  "Steeeve, Martha's not doing squats," she whined.  I promptly said, "Michelle, no one likes a tattle-tale."  And continued to just stand there.  ha ha ha  

Needless to say, after my next round, I had to do squats.         

Fine!

I do realize that exercise is good for me, and like I said, I'm glad that I have someone who feels the pain right along with me.  (Love ya, Michelle!!!)  I actually don't mind it so much once I'm at the gym.  And, it's not so bad when Michelle and I can harass Steve.

So, I guess I'll just keep on hanging out at my home away from home (aka the gym) and maybe someday (fingers crossed) I'll actually learn to love it.