I confess that...I don't actually enjoy working out.
I do it. A lot. Maybe more than I should, though not dangerously so and I eat enough to fuel myself. But I don't really enjoy the process. I used to visit a running-related bulletin board and saw all these people who truly LOVE running. They love the act itself. Their runs are one of the highlights of their day. That's so not me.
I do love what I GET from working out. I like the results. I have definitely worked hard over the years to transform my body and (if I do say so myself...and it is impressive that I can) it shows. I like seeing the tone that comes from both the work on reducing fat and building muscle. I like being "little" (but healthy little, I promise).
I also like the idea of HAVING worked out. I like the feeling after. I like knowing I did something "good", especially that I started out my day with something good. A part of me I'd like to deny gets a boost from doing that while most of the world is still asleep. It isn't pretty to admit, but it can be a "better than them" kinda feeling. And I suppose I need that since I've never been high on the confidence factor.
I do get a bit of the endorphin rush too. But that isn't a primary motivator for me.
I do feel like it would be healthier in some way to workout for the love of the workout. I'm jealous of those that do. The lack of that feeling makes me nervous that some day I'll fall off the wagon. I know I'm addicted in a lot of ways to my routine, but I get nervous that if I fall out of it for even a week that I'll never get back. That itself DOES provide motivation to keep the routine. But there's something messy in that cycle.