Something I just don’t “get” is working out. There must be some switch in my head turned to off. I never think “yeah I should lift some weights!” or “I could sure go for a run right now!”
I’m 6’1” and 139 pounds after a hearty meal, so I don’t need to exercise to stay thin or whatever, but I certainly don’t have “muscle mass” and I actually have high cholesterol, so exercise would probably be a good idea. But… mehhhhhh.
As well, I feel like with just a bit of work, say for a month or two, I could be quite sexy, in a modest way. I’ll never be a beefcake (nor do I want to be) but something in the range of Example A at the minimum and Example B at the just-maybe-possible-if-I-really-dedicated-myself level. (warning: scantily clad dude-pics!) (I could even recreate Example A, I think I have that comic book!)
I think, for me, the best place to start would be just daily push-ups and sit-ups (I guess they are called “crunches” these days?). I could start today. Even right now. But I didn’t sleep at all, and I’m hungry. The excuses begin.
