Making Promises I don't want to keep...

i am a people pleaser.  and believe me my husband takes full advantage of this weakness/strength.  i was sitting on the couch a week or two ago, irritated STILL that i couldn't find the swimming suit that i had envisioned and my body is still not looking how i envisioned so i stupidly said i am going to start doing my workout dance videos.  now when on earth do i have time to do this?!?!  i am sure not getting up any earlier than i have to in the mornings, when i get home at night i have to cook dinner, than go straight into my sewing if i want to keep up on my sales and marketing for my clothing line: kiki rose couture when do i have time to workout?!? anyway, chris was like... you need to just start running, you will hate it at first but i would love it if you would just do my football work out with me.   i was like um, no.  i hate running!  i know hate is a strong word but i mean, maybe even more than hate i loathe it.  i am scarred from my many years of elementary school and jr high when you had to run the mile.  i hated that run, so then i began to hate running all together.  so, then chris gets irritated with me b/c i don't want to 'at least try it' seriously what does he not get about being scarred for life?!  so then i stupidly say, b/c i know he is mad (and he is probably just faking to get what he wants b/c he knows i am a people pleaser) FINE!  I will run with you for one month and if I hate, even if i do get skinnier i don't have to do it ever again.  BINGO.  promise i won't keep.  So the next day i was forced to go to a jr. high track/football field and run his football drills.  he must've been going easy on me the whole way there i complained, we got to the track and saw other people working out and immediately wanted to leave, hello i am a terrible runner and my face gets all red and i don't have proper work out gear, only sick white nike shorts from college (when i used to work at finish line for one horrible summer) one pair of really old nike shocks (again compliments of finish line) and old sorority tees.  clearly i need to go shopping.  anyway, i tried all the stalling tactics in the world... we need bottled water, we need to get some different socks, etc but chris was having none of it and i was forced to run. :(  it wasn't that bad and i actually felt lots better afterwards, but have i been since?!  absolutely not.