Working to Not Work Out

Some days I wonder how much bigger a pain in the ass I’d be if I didn’t blow off steam by getting regular exercise. I pretty much work out seven days a week. Taking a day off is hard for me. I am afraid that one day of rest will lead to a lifetime of laziness. By now you’d think I’d have gotten over my fear of becoming an exercise slacker. I’ve been walking 3-4 miles regularly for many years. I played volleyball for 20+ years like I was getting paid to and had a closetful of trophies to prove it. But still, I’m afraid that letting my guard down and giving myself that prescribed day off will lead to sloth and delivery pizzas and ultimately, trips to Lane Bryant for brightly colored tunic tops and pants with elastic waists.