Love the thread!
For the last year or so, I've been trying to pay more attention to my health. I've made progress and certainly regressed at bit at times too. Recently, after slipping some, I've begun to exercise pretty much daily again (even if it's only for 30 minutes or so.)
I've been sort of shocked, throughout the process, at just how happy exercise can make me! I mean, I have always been chubby, always clumsy too, and never any good at sports. But even for me, the anti-jock, there's just an undeniable delight that seems to pervade my whole being after exercise (after getting over the initial week or so hump of pure misery). There's a confluence of mental and physical joy! The effects are especially profound at times of stress. This is a well-known phenomenon, I know -the runner's high, that kind of thing- but I somehow thought it wouldn't apply to me. It's just been neat and a bit surprising to find that that the fun of physicality isn't only for the super sporty types.
