I'd love to LOVE cooking. I cook, but only because it's necessary to keep from starving to death (too poor to eat out all the time). I used to love to bake and make meals but now it's just a pain in the pot-tootie.
Cleaning and sweeping and dusting I'd just as soon keep up the bad relations with..... No love lost there.
Oh, exercise and going to the gym. Some people there just seem to absolutely love it. Y'know......the "runner's high" and all that. I rank it up there with getting a splinter under my thumbnail. I go because I absolutely HAVE to and, unfortunately, I go as seldom as I can.