For years, I thought people who claimed to enjoy working out were either lying or superhuman. I wasn’t lazy. I wasn’t even out of shape. I just hated the idea of exercise for the sake of it. Gyms made me anxious, jogging bored me to tears, and home workouts felt forced. Every attempt ended with an unused membership, dusty yoga mats, and that familiar guilt of “I’ll start Monday.” Then something clicked – not dramatically, not overnight. But a small, practical tweak flipped everything. I moved a stationary bike into my living room, right in front of my television. That…