I've evolved into a professional sloth, so lazy and conserving of energy that I always stand on the right on Metro escalators. I know I have to work out. I know I have to get fit and healthy. I just don't like it.
Though I do enjoy dancing, swimming, ice-skating, walking, frisbee, and tennis. I just have to trick myself into exercising. I thought about joining a walking/running club in our neighborhood but that didn't stick.
Tennis is my last hope. I received an email from a neighborhood listserv about forming teams at the beginner level for the local adult league. I signed up. Practices are at a community center a couple of blocks from our house (where MoBob used to play soccer). Plus I already have a couple of tennis skirts I've never worn. So I went to the first practice last night - lots of drills, but fun and satisfying - and I didn't feel like I was working out. Surprisingly, no one was really starting from zero. It seemed like most people knew the basics. I've taken tennis lessons as a child, in college, and when we were in Burkina Faso. I'm really thrilled to take it up again. I need the motivation and the threat of public humiliation to get myself going.
I loath exercising too. The only problem for me is that when I start putting on weight, my back starts killing me. After two pregnancies, and two c-sections, it just can't take any excess weight. *sighs* So, when my back starts paining, I HAVE to work out.
What I do is I get on my stepper and turn on an interesting program on the TV. Since I usually don't watch TV, it distracts me enough to make the experience passable at least. All the best for the tennis lessons. It sounds interesting.