I know there are people that love to exercise – I am not one of them. I promise you – I will never be one of them. When I was M.O. (medically classified as having a body mass index of “morbidly obese”), I would not have set foot in a gym. The duel concept of restricted food intake and adding exercise to my life was a punishment that I could not inflict upon myself. Sure there were many unsuccessful attempts – but ultimately I would fail each time. For me, it was a set up for disaster. Of my 100lb+ weight loss – I did not start to work out until I had lost the first 25 pounds. At that point, I starting running a mile a day – everyday. Some days it’s a run, some days it’s a very slow run. But I’m consistent in my routine. Many people have told me to increase it – keep climbing to higher levels. I won’t do it. Why? Because I have a real aversion to doing things I don’t enjoy. I’ve convinced myself that one mile is tolerable. In my mind I think of it as part of a daily “tax” I have to pay to myself. Tax – defined as a nasty surcharge imposed to achieve something. Why would I raise taxes on myself? The results of running one mile each day ? – maintaining my weight loss over 8 years. It takes me between 11 minutes and 25 minutes a day. I owe it to myself, and I “pay” it to myself.