Survival of the Fittest

"The first time I see a jogger smiling, I'll consider it."

Joan Rivers

I'm pretty sure I don't smile when I work out. I can commonly be heard telling people that I really enjoy exercise. That I like the rush of endorphins I get from exerting myself at the gym. I'm not sure I'm telling the truth, though, because despite the feeling of accomplishment that I'm granted at the end of my daily visit, getting myself to actually go to the gym is a brand-new struggle every day. I will do almost anything to avoid it... Clean my room, take care of the dogs, write a new blog post, etc.

Why is it that the things that are so good for us are the hardest to do? Who came up with that awful design? I'm not saying that exercise can't be made fun or that there aren't some crazy people who just plain enjoy it (Note: I'm pretty sure those people are experiencing the phenomenon of lying about something for long enough that it has become the truth). But I am talking on a broad scale here. The most delicious foods clog our arteries, and the most fun activities generally do nothing positive towards our BMIs. It's not a new revelation that the things we love most tend to be worst for us, but I think it's justified to get mad about it every so once in a while.

Maybe it has something to do with survival of the fittest. Having fun and eating poorly are easy to do. If doing those things led to long, healthy lives the world would probably become over-inhabited and we would have a major population crisis on our hands. So, in the interest of adding myself to the list of "the fittest," I guess I will go the the gym now. Or in a few hours.

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