Fitness ... er, for my skin?

I'm not an athletic person. You'll just have to trust me on this. In school, I was voted the person most likely to accidentally wound her own teammates -- or rather, I would have been if I'd been on any teams. I wasn't. Not a one. Even as an adult, I don't like to excersize. I only run when something is chasing me (thankfully, no one ever does). For me, a fantastic day at the gym is sitting on the stationary bike with my kindle for twenty minutes. I think the gym staff is embarrassed when I walk in.

Despite all that, I do occasionally fantasize about getting into shape. I'd love to be thin and svelte, and frankly love food too much to get thin and svelte any other way. At some point over the summer, I bought a subscription for Fitness magazine. (I can only imagine I was delusional or drunk at the time.) Last week, my first issue arrived. It promised it could fix my metabolism, "Slim Down Fast" and could "Get a Gym Body at Home... starting at $4!" Ha! I don't need that. I already have a gym membership I don't use. I certainly don't need gym equipment to not use at home.

Nevertheless, I immediately sat down and flipped through the magazine. Good stuff. In fact, I think I'm getting my money's worth. So far, I've made detailed notes (and purchases) on the "60 Best Beauty Buys of the Year." I've even made two different One-Pot Healthy Dinners (hmmm ... food). I have not down any of the exercises that promise to give me a "wow-body now." Not a one. It's that not liking to exercise thing.

Today I had coffee with some friends, all of whom are fitness freaks. (And they seemed so normal!) At some point, they started comparing stories about the times they've exercised so strenuously they actually threw up. That's right. Normal people, people I know, who would willing push their bodies to that extreme.

I just ... don't have that in me. I can't even imagine. If my yoga workout is too strenuous, I worry I've been stricken with polio. I promise you now, I will never push myself that hard.

I have laughed so hard at lunch with Tracy and Shellee that I nearly peed my pants. I've cried so much in movies I thought I was going to get a sinus infection. I have never worked out so hard I threw up. Here's the kicker, these kind and generous women actually offered to get me a free, "try it" class to the Cross Fit class they go to. Thanks, but no thanks. No puking for me! Instead of thin and svelte, I'll just have to settle for tubby and lumpy. I think I'm okay with that.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, I'm loving the Burt's Bees Sugar Scrub they recommended. My skin feels very fit.