a hate-love relationship

i have a hate-love relationship with working out. the hate comes first because it’s like a war within me to get myself to the gym, but i always love it after the fact. i feel refreshed, energized, and ready to take on the world. but the next day, my brain selectively recalls the hate, and the battle begins anew. i’ve read all kinds of tips on how to get yourself motivated to work out, from setting your shoes next to your bed the night before to this app that fines you if you break your fitness promises. but i just side step the shoes and i’m too cheap sign up to pay up if i don’t go, so i’ve decided to try a new tactic. i’m on a...