I never got any “good feelings” from my healthy times. Working out was tiring and a chore. No matter how I worked out, with whom, where, for how long… No “workout buzz”
I got down to a 7 minute mile. Not amazing or difficult by any stretch, but not one getting there did I ever experience “the runner’s high”
Eating well gave me slightly more energy, but not enough to justify the extra cost and time to prepare.
I literally am not capable of “good sleep” without medication, and I can’t even afford the medications anymore.
I’ll just keep eating whatever I want, only exercising when someone asks me to, and trying to get as much sleep as possible before the sun rises until I hit my (definitely early) grave.
My dude, I totally appreciate that you’re trying to help, and please don’t stop encouraging people to work out because it REALLY DOES WORK for most people, but I spent the better part of a decade doing all kinds of things, from yoga to iron man segments, and not a single thing was enjoyable beyond the small amount of satisfaction of having done something hard and finished it.
I dropped 120lbs, and have stayed relatively the same weight since 2015, even with all the other stuff.
So I’m sure I learned more healthy habits, hence the weight being kept off, and I don’t regret a second of it, I have no desire to try again.
The only working out now is biking for enjoyment with my wife. And also when she feels the desire to go to the gym, I go with her.
I’ll agree with you. I’m forcing myself to get exercise daily and diet to lose weight because I had gotten back up to the weight at which I gave birth. And I’m old af and prediabetic.
So it’s necessary but it’s not fun.
And it will never be fun.
And it won’t make feel better the rest of the day either.
The most miserable I’ve ever been was when I was young and skinny and taking 2 hours of advanced ballet classes daily plus six hours of rehearsals every weekend.
The second most miserable was when I’d had 2 kids and temporarily got back down to my wedding weight.
Having no payoff in “feeling better” is a big part of why it never lasts.
Also, point of fact, I sweat the same disgusting amount at my slimmest as at my fattest, so don’t let anyone tell you different.
So I have no illusions about this time.
My doctor does, so at least I have spite to motivate me. I’ll show her she’s wrong, and at the same time I’ll put off the diabete another year, hopefully.
My sweating is genetic, my mother’s side of the family is all the same. I sweat at 300 the same as 160.
Working out for health reasons sucks, but if you’ve got enough reason for it, show that workout who’s boss. Spite is as good a reason as any. Staving off diabetes is even better.
In my best bane impression: for you
I never got any “good feelings” from my healthy times. Working out was tiring and a chore. No matter how I worked out, with whom, where, for how long… No “workout buzz”
I got down to a 7 minute mile. Not amazing or difficult by any stretch, but not one getting there did I ever experience “the runner’s high”
Eating well gave me slightly more energy, but not enough to justify the extra cost and time to prepare.
I literally am not capable of “good sleep” without medication, and I can’t even afford the medications anymore.
I’ll just keep eating whatever I want, only exercising when someone asks me to, and trying to get as much sleep as possible before the sun rises until I hit my (definitely early) grave.
Did you try to find a workout you actually liked?
I hate the idea of running a mile, but I’ll swim any day.
My dude, I totally appreciate that you’re trying to help, and please don’t stop encouraging people to work out because it REALLY DOES WORK for most people, but I spent the better part of a decade doing all kinds of things, from yoga to iron man segments, and not a single thing was enjoyable beyond the small amount of satisfaction of having done something hard and finished it.
I dropped 120lbs, and have stayed relatively the same weight since 2015, even with all the other stuff.
So I’m sure I learned more healthy habits, hence the weight being kept off, and I don’t regret a second of it, I have no desire to try again.
The only working out now is biking for enjoyment with my wife. And also when she feels the desire to go to the gym, I go with her.
I’ll agree with you. I’m forcing myself to get exercise daily and diet to lose weight because I had gotten back up to the weight at which I gave birth. And I’m old af and prediabetic.
So it’s necessary but it’s not fun.
And it will never be fun.
And it won’t make feel better the rest of the day either.
The most miserable I’ve ever been was when I was young and skinny and taking 2 hours of advanced ballet classes daily plus six hours of rehearsals every weekend.
The second most miserable was when I’d had 2 kids and temporarily got back down to my wedding weight.
Having no payoff in “feeling better” is a big part of why it never lasts.
Also, point of fact, I sweat the same disgusting amount at my slimmest as at my fattest, so don’t let anyone tell you different.
So I have no illusions about this time.
My doctor does, so at least I have spite to motivate me. I’ll show her she’s wrong, and at the same time I’ll put off the diabete another year, hopefully.
My sweating is genetic, my mother’s side of the family is all the same. I sweat at 300 the same as 160.
Working out for health reasons sucks, but if you’ve got enough reason for it, show that workout who’s boss. Spite is as good a reason as any. Staving off diabetes is even better.