This Thing Called ... Exercise

I have decided that I really hate the gym.  I know I'm not alone in this.  I've been trying for years to like the gym.  I've tried different workout routines, machines, weights, and classes, but just can't get into any of it.  My husband would really like it if I were more into exercise and the gym.  He likes that and it makes him feel good.  What I realized this morning is it just doesn't make me happy.  There is no part of it that makes me happy.  Well, occasionally, being able to drop my kids off at the childcare makes me happy, but usually it is more trouble to get them out the door and to the gym than it is worth.  And, while they watch my kids, I am still stuck at the gym having to work out.  No matter how hard I try, going to the gym doesn't seem to affect my bottom line (pun intended).  

So, it doesn't help with the weight (I'd have to be a lot more dedicated for that), it doesn't make me happy, and it eats up a lot of my time.  Why am I still going?  I also really hate to be hot and sweaty.  And to be surrounded by hot and sweaty people.

That's not to say I don't like exercise at all.  I like to swim, bike, and play tennis.  But I can't do any of those right now either (money, time, equipment woes).

My life right now is filled with a lot of things that I really don't want to be doing but have to do anyway.  Going to the gym is just another one of those things.  And now it is totally killing three mornings a week.  I think maybe I'll just stop.  And save that money for something that will make me happy.  Like new countertops in my kitchen.  Or a new camera.  There will be plenty of time to go the gym later on when the kids are in school and I have more time to get things done!  We'll see...