The worst part is, after a short while, you actually cross this sort of threshold where you enjoy it and begin to look forward to it, and then you start to notice it is helping your mental as well as your physical health.
Just atrocious. It's almost like we were evolved for this.
A few years ago I went from 265 lbs to 195. I was amazed at how much better I felt overall.
Unfortunately, I have a relationship with sweets that is very similar to Charlie Sheen's relationship with cocaine. I haven't gained all that weight back but I have gained back some of it.
Getting the motivation and self control to eat right is incredibly hard work.
Man, seeing a ton of people all experiencing great returns on their hard work just makes me feel even worse for never experiencing any of it beyond the weight loss itself. For literal years. No good feelings, no endorphins, even some of my joints felt worse simply because they were being used more.
And now the exact same thing two days in a row!
Its great. I'm fine. This is fine. I'm not jealous or spiteful at all. Have fun working out for me I guess.
Yeah I hated the process of becoming one of the exercise people, but it really is the lowest effort to increase in happiness activity I’ve added to my life
If you hate exercising, there are other ways to get it "for free" that don't involve tediously lifting and dropping weights over and over, etc. For example, play ball games with friends. Take up climbing (indoor or outdoor!). Rekindle your love of cycling around town on a bike. Paintball with friends. Take up a martial art. Pretty much anything that has movement as a side effect, rather than it being the 'main event'.
Running on a treadmill is fucking awful to me, I hate it so much. But running as a consequence of playing a sport or moving around a boxing ring or whatever, that's different. I don't hate running per se, but on its own? I'd rather take the L and die years earlier than I should. Seriously. Gyms and gym equipment make me want to fling myself under a passing bus.
Started walking 10k steps a day after seeing myself in pictures and hating how I looked. I'd been fairly active in the past, but some injuries sidelined me. I found getting out and walking was much better for my mental health and creativity than staring at a screen. Embraced the zen of walking when it was cold or rainy out - I'm lucky to often see animals around me that I know most people near me are never seeing. Now instead of dreading exercise, I have the opposite problem of getting restless and pissy if I don't get my walking or biking in.
For hundreds of thousands of years, we spent 2 or 3 hours a day hunting and gathering, then chilled out and had fun the rest of the time. That’s what our bodies are designed for.
I've tried eating salad. I like salad. I eat about three or four kilos of salad a day. Five, maybe. Six, if I'm hungry. Rarely more than eight. Hardly ever ten. Still not losing weight. Diets are such bullshit.
I might be a little more country than this community, but exercise to me is grabbing wood from the local yard waste site to split by hand. Some good clean fun to clear the mind and keep the body strong, and just the right amount of danger to keep it interesting. Not to mention the lifetime supply of campfire wood.
I maybe just might also like to grab wood that requires a chainsaw because chainsaws are neat(fricken awesome). It actually takes all my restraint to not start a rampage through the local woods. It's addicting, the chainsaws not deforestation. I'm a tree hugger by nature and deeply conflicted by alot of human's creations.
I hang out with horses 2-3x a week and if I can't go for any reason, I actually feel like shit physically and mentally until the next time I go. I also burn like 2400-3000 calories when I work with the horses, so it's hella crazy exercise for someone who lived a totally sedentary life until I started doing this horse stuff about 4 months ago.
Unfortunately many of those "exercise people" this tweet is referring to do not take any disabilities into consideration. I can't tell you how many people have told me to just "go for a walk" when my disabilities require me to do specific exercises from a horizontal position. At some point I might be able to do slightly more intense recumbent stuff (very slow, low resistance cycling) but walking/running will unfortunately never be something that helps me. And don't get me started on the HIIT fad. I would die lol (not joking though)
I’ve tried to find a nice balance of exercise. I always figured I was supposed to go to the gym and lift and run on treadmills and do push-ups. I’ve honestly found that a simple 30 minutes of walking is all I need
The idea that I could be doing less activity than walking 3 miles a week and not understanding how bad I'm feeling because of it... Is extremely depressing. I'm so glad I figured this out like 12 years ago!
Kurzgesagt did a video on exercise! It's a good watch, and it shows that while exercise is not a cure for all that ail's ya, it does increase your overall quality of life.
Of course don't overdo it- during lockdown I began to run a 5k a day during my lunch break. I set Sunday as a recovery day, but still I was 25 and had the last bits of my "made out of rubber and magic" era, so ya know, I'd stretch for 60 seconds and call it good.
I'm still very active, and I switch between running and climbing, but only after being sidelined for 2 weeks to take care of my IT band. I now have to stretch for a good 15-30 minutes before and after. My recovery day now is a good yoga stretching session.
Thank God I am self employed so I have time in the day for it, but still, exercise is awesome but you need to be careful and do it right. You only get one body, so take care of it. It's the best instrument you will ever own.
Anyway, time to hit the wall with my buddy and then grab an IPA. 🍻
I'm one of those forever-exceptions to many rules. I don't doubt that exercise is good for me, but it has never made me feel better or happier. Lots of people report pleasure from physical activity, but all I ever get is pain.
Oh, and no, I'm not a disgusting slab of fat, my BMI is 21.
I was single when the pan hit and had no car so I was super isolated. I lost 25 lbs walking and listening to podcasts. I regained that weight when I got a car, got a partner, and moved to a place that isn’t conducive to walking (rough neighborhood).
Counter-example: tried to exercise, ended up doing more harm than good. Walking always made me barely able to move for a couple of days and continued trying, even once every few days, still hurt me, got worse, and I think it's responsible for how I am now (severe sciatic nerve damage).