Finally pages

Yesterday I finally wrote. Eight pages. It felt great. I'm loving the premise for this book which is motivating in itself.
I'm an odd duck. I love to write and I know this is what I was meant to do but any excuse to avoid and I'm in! It's like going to the gym. Sure it's work while I'm there but I feel great for days afterwards yet if I can avoid going I do. What's up with that? Does anyone else do this?

I guess it's just easier to stay in the house and watch TV. Sad