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Chapter 4: Keeping Fit:
t I've never understood why I can find time to hold down a job, raise a child, cook, clean, sing in a choir, volunteer at my daughter's school, gossip on the phone with friends and family, and loll about in sweats watching unimproving programs on TV - yet can't find time to exercise regularly. "Right," I lecture myself, sternly and frequently. "From now on you will get up at six every day without fail, and you'll hop on that aerobic rider for one half hour." Then the alarm clock goes off, and I've been up late finishing some work or reading some book, and I tell myself no, I should sleep, it would be bad-day, damaging to my health-to work out right now. "But," I pledge sleepily as I reach out to smack the snooze button, "from now on, I swear, I will work out every evening for one half-hour." And I mean it. But then I finish work, pick up my kid, ferry her to a piano lesson, get back, make dinner, collapse on the couch, watch "Ally McBeal", and (I know the suspense is killing you) it doesn't happen. So I was glad when science suggested an alternative. Exercise, it turns out, can be sliced, diced, and served up in more palatable portions, easier to fit into the busiest of lives. And you still get the benefits: weight loss, better stamina, lower levels of bad cholesterol and triglycerides. I decided to try it.