Thoughts on Working Out #1

OK. I admit it. I hate working out.

Yes, I feel better.
Yes, it aids weight loss.
Yes, it's good for me.
But that does not change the basic fact that I don't like it. Not one bit.
The only reasons I go most of the time are:
1) I know that I will probably gain 5 pounds just by skipping one day...and
2) because my workout buddy (my mom) makes me go.

This morning, for example, when it was still dark outside, I stumbled to the door to see if she had decided to work out at that ridiculous hour or not. I knew that, if she wasn't there, I could go lie on the couch and go back to sleep for an hour or more. Does she decide that sleep is also integral to good health and stay in bed? NO! There she is, sitting out in my front yard, waiting for me. Durn.
So, most of the time, I drag myself to gym only because my mom makes me. Even at my age, my mom is still making me do what's good for me because I don't have the gumption to do it for myself.