I hate exercise

I want to exercise. I need to exercise for so many reasons. Weight, fitness, mental health and more. I plan to exercise. I brainstorm and write lists about what I could do and where, when and how often I could do it. I know what to do. Every so often I give it my all. The gym, walking the dog, swimming. None of it lasts more than a few months. I need to find something sustainable but I am hopeless. Take this morning. An early morning walk was on the agenda to kick off my new exercise plan (to accompany my new healthy eating plan), but it is now 9.15 and I am still in bed, warm and cosy with my feet resting on my warm hot water bottle, feeling relaxed. Instead of walking I am typing. "I'll do it later", I tell myself, but the cliche is true. Later never comes. I will post at the end of the day and let you know whether another day has slipped by or whether I have managed to do some exercise today. As for the healthy eating plan ...