by Sharon Lloyd

Created on: May 01, 2008

I will say this very bluntly; I hate to workout. In my opinion, the only reason why someone should be running down a street is because she is being chased by a homicidal maniac! My aversion for exercise would be fine if I did not have one other major issue. I'm dreadfully afraid of becoming fat, so I drag myself to the gym at least three times a week to torture myself in the hope of becoming as thin as the celebrities that I see on TV. As the years go by, my goals are becoming harder and harder to reach. Do I give up and become a lazy girl, or keep going and become a Posh Spice wannabe (pun intended)?

There was a time that I did not have to worry about finding an hour a day to go to the gym. In my late teens and early 20s, I was one of those people who lazy girls love to hate. I could eat anything I wanted and still remain stick thin. I long for the days of sharing a large pizza with my boyfriend. He would eat half of it and I would eat the other half without a worry about what the carbs were going to do to my hips. Oh to be young and carefree!

My first realization to the evils of being a lazy girl was when I was in my mid twenties. I was talking to a friend about how I loved ice cream when she made a comment about how she knew about my obsession because my ass was getting bigger. Tact was never one of her finer points, but her frankness did teach me a lesson in portion control. Gone were the days of getting a carton of ice cream or half a large pizza without regretting it later.

After I learned about how much food I could eat, I had to do something with the flab that I developed from overindulging. I tried all kinds of workouts searching frantically for an exercise route that I would like. I found that I loved yoga but I couldn't do enough of it to notice a difference in my waistline. Running on the treadmill worked but the humiliation of being called a giraffe by my husband scoffing at me almost made me give up. That is when I found what a friend mp3 players were. I could run all I wanted and not hear the nasty comments from the peanut gallery.

So, here I am at 35 fighting to remain thin. I have to admit that the workouts are making a difference. You know what they say about no pain, no gain. It is true. Being a lazy girl will only make you so depressed that you will want to hide in your bedroom under the covers with your only friends Ben and Jerry. Don't let that happen to you.

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