Now, I know a lot of people aren't on friendly terms with their gym. But I honestly don't mind working out, I don't really enjoy it, but I'm not one of those 'oh God, I hate exercise" people. What I hate about the gym is the emotions that wanting to go to the gym elicits.
I know my health is deteriorating, I'm not even 25 and already can feel the early warning signs of pre-diabetes, I know that if I don't lose at least 100 pounds I will die a young painful death. I saw what obesity did to my grandma and I don't want that to happen to me.
But, every single time I go I see all the young attractive guys there and all I can think of is "wow, I wish I could look like that"
And it bothers the hell out of me, that I can't just go and do something for my health, it always finds its way down to not being satisfied with how I look. Of course, I know that I will never look as good as those guys, I just won't, I don't have the build, I don't have the structure, I didn't win the genetic lottery.
So, there's the conflicting emotions, I want to live, I don't want to become diabetic or suffer kidney failure (I wouldn't hesitate to kill myself if I were told I needed dialysis), yet there's that feeling of hopelessness that no matter what I do, I will never look as good as I want. And that last point seems to always hang me up... that I leave every single time, not remembering what I've contributed to not dying an agonizing death and instead walk out wondering why I bothered when I know that nothing, not even plastic surgery, would make me look the way I want.
I know I can't possibly be the only one who gets their priorities fucked up and struggling to reign in pointless emotions, but damnit, if everyone else doesn't do a good job of hiding it better.
I know my health is deteriorating, I'm not even 25 and already can feel the early warning signs of pre-diabetes, I know that if I don't lose at least 100 pounds I will die a young painful death. I saw what obesity did to my grandma and I don't want that to happen to me.
But, every single time I go I see all the young attractive guys there and all I can think of is "wow, I wish I could look like that"
And it bothers the hell out of me, that I can't just go and do something for my health, it always finds its way down to not being satisfied with how I look. Of course, I know that I will never look as good as those guys, I just won't, I don't have the build, I don't have the structure, I didn't win the genetic lottery.
So, there's the conflicting emotions, I want to live, I don't want to become diabetic or suffer kidney failure (I wouldn't hesitate to kill myself if I were told I needed dialysis), yet there's that feeling of hopelessness that no matter what I do, I will never look as good as I want. And that last point seems to always hang me up... that I leave every single time, not remembering what I've contributed to not dying an agonizing death and instead walk out wondering why I bothered when I know that nothing, not even plastic surgery, would make me look the way I want.
I know I can't possibly be the only one who gets their priorities fucked up and struggling to reign in pointless emotions, but damnit, if everyone else doesn't do a good job of hiding it better.
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