I was going to do a ROW80 post today, but it’s only been two days since the round started. I’ll do one next week, I guess, and then I’ll be back on my regular schedule.

But today I’m talking about exercise. I hate exercise. I don’t like it at all. Treadmills are really torture machines. They make me feel like a gerbil. Ellipticals make me want to scream. I don’t want to exercise because i have to.

Because then I have to buy new shoes, and new clothes, and I have to pull my hair back only for it to fall. I have to sync my iPod. I have to go to the gym. An hour at the gym costs me two hours because of drive time, and let’s not even think about getting dressed afterward.

But the problem is that I don’t like it. So it’s even harder to keep up with it. I’ll do good for a few weeks, but then one day I’ll miss for whatever legitimate reason, and then suddenly I’m making excuses not to go.

But diet isn’t cutting it anyway. I’ve been stuck 10 lbs from my next milestone weight for months.

So I need to come up with a plan. Something doable. But I’m not sure how or what.

Getting up in the morning ain’t gonna happen. It just isn’t. I cannot function that early as it is. And you want me to run? Nope.

I’ll have to think about this. I know what needs to happen. I need to find a sport I enjoy. The problem is that most of them cost money, and I don’t have the money to spend. It’s a vicious cycle. I need to exercise, but I can’t do the boring ones. But if I don’t… then I don’t exercise. There’s this kickboxing club I want to go to. But it costs money and it’s kind of far. But I know I’d love it.

Everything in my life is coming down to money.