What is your favorite form of physical exercise?
Oh, I’m so glad you asked.
Because when people ask what my favourite form of exercise is, I feel like I should say something impressive like Pilates, or running marathons for fun, or that I do hot yoga while simultaneously levitating my chakras.
But no. Let’s be honest. The only thing hot about my yoga is the cup of tea I spill while trying to reach the remote balancing my cake plate on my lap.
My favourite form of exercise?
Avoiding it with enthusiasm.
I like to think of myself as an elite athlete… in the sport of creative excuses. I’ve mastered the warm up, stretching the truth about how much I move in a day. I can burn 200 calories just by saying, “I’ll start tomorrow.”
I once bought a running machine. It’s now leaning against the dining room wall living its best life as a dust collector.
I also have a set of discs on Zumba. Sat under the tv cabinet since 2014 gathering dust.
And walking? Love that, especially from the sofa to the fridge. I call it interval training: walk, open, stare at food, close, repeat.
Sometimes I think about doing a proper workout. I even put on my trainers once a day.
My favourite form of exercise is none of them. Unless you count laughing, because that absolutely counts as cardio, and I’m practically shredded.
Besides, I like to think I’m saving my joints for something special, like sprinting to answer the door when my visitor’s arrive.
So there you have it. My favourite form of exercise is resting between thoughts.
And honestly? I’ve never been more consistent
Isabelle Cheren 