I live on the Pacific Coast of the US, so it's easy to just... get exercise here. I walk or ride my beach cruiser (a heavy shift-less bike with huge wheels) more places than I drive; in fact, I've owned my car for almost seven years, and I've only put 35,000 miles on it in that time, including a trip to Michigan and back, and various trips up and down the coast and east of here... and a couple of trips to Mexico. On top of that, I practice yoga every morning, and about four days a week, I'll stick a movie or TV episode on and do my elliptical and some three-pound hand weights.
In the past, I ran, I played powder puff football; I was recruited to the LaCrosse team when I transferred to upstate NY in highschool, but that lasted two games. They recruited me because of football, but the two sports aren't even close to the same animal. I hated it.
Growing up, I also did dance and gymnastics and friends and I were always jumping off bridges or skiing behind something. I was practically a pro roller skater, as my friends and I went to Skate World for hours on Fridays and Saturdays.
I was kind of stuck to my residence when I lived in Australia because I found myself not being able to work, so I didn't have much money to get around with. There was a gym a few blocks down from my apartment, and I joined. At that point, I'd never been what anyone would call "tiny", but when I left Oz, my muscle mass had escalated my weight to about 160 LBs. I. Was. Huge. The staff members at my gym were constantly trying to get me to compete, but since I couldn't get a work visa, competing was out. When I came home, it took less than a month for me to be under 130 LBs, and now I border on the 122-124 range.
Oops! Sorry about my tangent