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
Passion...unbridled 