Exercise; one of the few subjects I have little to say about. I have avoided regular or vigorous exercise my entire adult life. When I was in high school, I picked a maximum weight and vowed to diet and exercise if I ever reached it. Fortunately, the only time I ever reached the maximum weight, I was eight months pregnant.

I was disappointed that my pregnancy cravings (and reasonable excuse for eating sinfully bad) did not include chocolate or fried food. Alas, I don’t think my heartburn could have handled it anyway. Instead, I craved the texture of vegetables and the sweetness of fruit. Suddenly broccoli and strawberries became an essential item for the shopping list. Now, modeling a responsible diet for my son that includes healthy choices has become a teachable moment. I’m also less stubborn about trying new things and giving others a second try. In the past two years my diet has mostly corrected itself without much conscious effort, but work days behind the desk or stuck in traffic negate whatever progress I may have made with my diet.

Whenever others talk about their exercise routines, I am always intimidated and a little bitter. It seems like Social Media is sometimes dominated with bragging about workouts or soliciting pity for them. I ignore these conversations as best as possible and never participate in them.

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