To the untrained sofa potatoe exercise is another phrase for self-torture. It’s a job, one thing to be dreaded, hated, avoided in any respect prices. On his commute to work in the morning the sofa potatoe sees the bright faced, starry eyed early-morning risers out for their morning jog and he thinks to himself how loopy they should be. Who would voluntarily stand up at this hour? And who would choose to do it with a purpose to drive themselves to exercise like they’re their own slavemaster? And why do most of them wear a smile on their face or have the look of consuming willpower on their faces? Why are they so “into it”?
Ask yourself this question. When was the last time you had an outstanding night time of sleep? A night that included going to bed on time, sleep without interruption, and waking up naturally – feeling … Read More