I’m going to admit something pretty embarrassing here: I’ve been a slug. For years. I’m a freelance writer by day (and often, by night) and that means a lot of time spent with my butt planted firmly in a chair. As you can imagine, if you maintain a few years of that sort of sedentary lifestyle, you’re destined for an express ticket to flabby central.
That’s not to say I haven’t tried. Because I have. Several times, in fact. I tried Pilates. I tried yoga. I tried running. I tried aerobics videos. And I’d stick to each plan for a few weeks then fall off the wagon. Hard. I’d never commit to a routine long enough for it to become habit.
I’ve always thought it’s because I was too lazy. But upon reflection, I don’t it’s that at all.
None of those fitness plans worked for me because of one simple fact.