The thing you hate most is generally the thing that hurts the most, takes the most energy, makes you feel fat/ugly/ungainly etc. That's why it's crucial that you get it out of the way the minute you hit the gym, preferably with the best music for it you can find on your Ipod/MP3 player/Walkman etc. Just go in and get that motherfucker done. Start as minimal in weights or reps as you need to and build as incrementally as one rep per session. This method is how I got up to 23 push-ups today, and yeah, that last one was a son of a bitch, but I knew it was only one more than I did last time I was there, and damn it, I could do that.
So that's what I wanted to talk about, mostly push-ups, BUT...
Last night, I was at the Mint hanging with my fabulous friend Peggy, who is also my real-life girl-crush and occasional fitness trainer.
We were discussing this philosophy when she looked at me and said, "are you using your foam roller."
To which I honestly said, "no," because even though she gave it to me, showed me various things to do it with and espouses it highly in her own work, I hate the thing. It HURTS. It hurts in a way that lets you know just how messed up your body is and how helpful the roller is for working out the kinks and knots, but damn I hate it.
To which she said, "Fine, text me in the morning and tell me when you're going to use the foam roller during the day."
So I texted her just before I left the house to get on the bike and go to the gym, and just after I finished about as much rolling as I could get in while listening to Johnny Hallyday singing Mon Ptit Loup.
Well it's a beginning!