The commercial equally depressed and motivated me. I may not be overweight, but I certainly don't exercise enough. I needed to do something, right then.
So I just did it. Cardio, sit-ups, push-ups, and squats- 10 min (15 including my Wimpy rests). Not a very long time, but oh! my chest. My heart pounded and my lungs longed for air. My throat felt dry; I needed water. I know, barely 10 minutes and I'm exhausted.
I leaned over my knees as I caught my breath, then stationed my slightly less tired self in front of the computer. Time for some motivational phrases, since the 600 llb lady's image had somewhat faded after all that exercise. "Sweat is just fat crying"; "No one exercises, and then regrets it"; "Exercise is a reward, not punishment for eating."
They worked. For another 10-15 minutes, I used my muscles to do something other than keep my butt on the couch. I felt the truth of that second motivational saying radiate through my drooping limbs. I don't regret working out. Now why don't I do it more often?
