I’ll agree with you. I’m forcing myself to get exercise daily and diet to lose weight because I had gotten back up to the weight at which I gave birth. And I’m old af and prediabetic.
So it’s necessary but it’s not fun.
And it will never be fun.
And it won’t make feel better the rest of the day either.
The most miserable I’ve ever been was when I was young and skinny and taking 2 hours of advanced ballet classes daily plus six hours of rehearsals every weekend.
The second most miserable was when I’d had 2 kids and temporarily got back down to my wedding weight.
Having no payoff in “feeling better” is a big part of why it never lasts.
Also, point of fact, I sweat the same disgusting amount at my slimmest as at my fattest, so don’t let anyone tell you different.
So I have no illusions about this time.
My doctor does, so at least I have spite to motivate me. I’ll show her she’s wrong, and at the same time I’ll put off the diabete another year, hopefully.