As I've written before I do not enjoy exercise. I make myself do it by rewarding myself with yummy food, taking extra time for stretches, enjoying the scenery on a walk and fitting into beloved clothes.
But this morning as I was doing my Pilates situps a strange and very foreign thought wandered through my brain. "I actually quite enjoy situps" I thought. Which was immediately followed by a series of fast thoughts trying to analyse if I've been invaded by a situp loving alien or if my present state of extreme tiredness has tipped me over the edge into crazy land.
I don't know if it is the repetition, the great stretch I get through my back, the slow controlled breathing but I have to admit that it is true, I actually really like situps. Never fear, I still loathe all other exercise and only do it so that I can eat the chocolate Mum put in my handbag for lunch.
Have you surprised yourself by liking something unexpected recently?