You've never found movement you actually enjoy

Come, let us free movement from the grim shape it has taken for you. You have tried exercise, but perhaps not movement — the gym, the run, the class are a narrow, often joyless slice of what moving a body can be, and disliking them is a verdict on those forms, not on movement itself; a child does not exercise yet moves constantly for the pleasure of it, and that capacity is still in you under the word "exercise." The body was made to move for joy, not only for punishment — somewhere movement got tangled with penance, the treadmill to pay off the meal, so no wonder it feels like enduring, but you have felt the other kind: dancing when a song caught you, walking somewhere beautiful, playing, swimming, gardening, all real movement that asks nothing of the gym. And hunt for the movement that does not feel like exercise — stop forcing the forms you hate and go looking playfully, with one test: would I do this even if it counted for nothing, for that is the only kind that lasts; the goal was never to become a person who exercises, but to find the moving your particular body actually wants. When did moving your body last feel good, even for a moment?