Fit me with a book

I’m not making excuses, I admit freely

That the hardest thing in the world for me

Is to exercise, increase my physical activity

Because I seem to have an inherent proclivity

To be a couch potato, curl up with a book

To sit or lie down, I can always find a nook

I can easily exercise my eyes and my brain

But physical exercise just seems to cause pain…

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I also admit that I take care of hearts

And in doing so, one has to start

With healthy diet and regular exercise

So if I don’t follow my own advice

It seems like a dishonest thing to do

Motivating me to make different choices too..

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To counteract the pain of exercise I require

Something that I more keenly desire

Therefore as I get my creaky joints in motion

I read simultaneously, for a dose of my magic potion

The more engrossed I am in my book, the less

Physical discomfort I perceive, greater is my progress

If I don’t exercise, it is reading that I actually miss

Exercise may release endorphins, but books give me bliss..

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At the end of the day, to summarize

Reading helps me in all forms of exercise

To keep myself fit in every way indeed

Outstanding books are what I need