I had always detested gyms, working out, and exercising for exercising's sake. I'd happily move if it was fun, like horse riding or dodge ball, or if I was being chased, or if movement was purposeful like chopping wood; but working out for the sake of working out always seemed abhorrent to me.
In recent years though, I had a few medical scares and came to a conclusion that I needed to exercise whether I wanted to or not because being a digital nomad and living on the road, while really good for the soul, isn't always the best for the body.
I've tried a few different exercise systems like yoga, HIIT and running, and each time I started something, I'd quit within a week or two - just like back in my twenties, I'd quit gyms and pilates and swimming because it was boring, repetitive and felt absolutely pointless.
And then one day, I saw a quote from a strength trainer. It was absurdly simple.
"If you sit around waiting for motivation, you won't ever start exercising. You have to go and do it, and motivation will show up as you go along".
This, combined with a recently read book about neuroplasticty:
...was absolutely revolutionary for me. If motivation was a myth (and therefore, I wasn't a weak-willed sloth, after all) and my brain was so malleable, and I could form new habits THAT easily, surely I could hack my own distaste for exercise?..
I now do at least four full strength workouts a week and... do not hate it at all! In fact, I'm starting to enjoy it. And dropping down a size.
What's your relationship with motivation?