This was a big issue with me gaining the weight I did since working from home. I mess up on Tuesday or Wednesday and screw the week. Tell myself “Start fresh Monday”. I can do a lot damage in those days. I’ve gotten better about this since @T3hPwnisher shamed me.
Pretty sure it was Dan John who proposed this, and it TOTALLY changed how I approached these situations.
“When you’re driving and get a flat tire, do you get out of the car, say ‘f**k it’ and flatten the other 3, or do you change the one flat tire and get back on the road?”
Suddenly EVERYTHING made sense
@doogie Always remember that one bad meal or even day won’t destroy you or even have that big of an impact - but start stringing those bad days together and you’re gonna have a bad time. The key is to never look back - every meal is a FRESH start!!!
That’s perfect and with the way things are going, we seem to be getting closer to the apocalypse every day. We gotta be ready, right?? lol
Exactly! You see some dude at IHOP with a stack of pancakes and you’re looking at a dude who is PREPARED! Us salad eaters are gonna fade quick in the 100m sprint to safety.
I don’t train because of what I think women think. At least, I don’t think I do. It’s also not to impress bros who are bigger and stronger than me. I think.
I’d like to pretend to myself that I do it because I want to “be healthy” or “be the best I can be” or some wholesome slogan like that.
But deep down in some secret place it probably IS to impress someone. I’m probably just the male equivalent of a stripper with daddy issues, trying to be all masculine and macho because I think that’s what would impress (insert random father/mother/authority figure here).
I think I lift almost entirely for myself. It’s an interesting topic for sure, thanks for sharing.
I am eating cheese. I weighed it out and the scale said 5.2oz, but I am 99% sure my scale is wrong and that it’s much more than 5.2oz based on visual quantity
I confess I’m tracking it as 5.2oz ![]()
My mind is ready to be blown
I confess I legit feel your pain, I did a work sponsored degree and had to do a maths test to ensure that whoever they put through would be able to complete one of the modules. It was minus a calculator and doing long division and multiplication which I’d not done since leaving school 14 years prior, the panic I felt…
Mindset isn’t a problem for me, happily. I’m a psychotherapist with a background in diet and exercise (during the wild west days of the fitness industry, before I went back to school). So I do get back on track easily and am pretty optimistic generally. I never feel like I’ve “blown it” and should stop doing whatever it is I’m doing.
Do you find differences in clients on SSRI’s? That’s what I’m really focused on right now. Lexapro has reduced anxiety for me. Is the reduced anxiety responsible for my never-before-experienced willingness not to work out, and to go to “fuck it” around whether to continue eating my reduced fat Cheezits or responsibly prioritize the loss of this never-before-experienced weight gain? Or is the medication causing a metabolic change, and “weight gainer” is physiological rather than mental/emotional?
I was on Lexapro for a while. Seemed to help. I do think it increased my appetite at the time. Stopped taking it due to orgasmic dysfunction. That supposedly goes away over time, but I wasn’t going to stick around and find out.
I have taken lexapro for a while and it definitely helps (though I have more depression symptoms and less anxiety symptoms). I keeps me more even and I beat myself up less over trivial things.
This lasted about 2 weeks for me. No issues now and I have been on it for a few years.
How’s the food stuff?
Hard for me to say because my medications for diabetes change my appetite significantly.
Ha, there’s much truth to this statement. I started resistance exercise when I was 15 (pushups and situps at home) and never considered calves until my senior year of high school. One of my closest friends mocked me (and any guy, mostly behind the other guys’ backs) for having calves smaller than his. It wasn’t a healthy reason, but I started working my calves regularly to shut him up.
A woman I was friends with (and who was romantically interested in me) complimented my calves once after a workout. She was casually interested in triathlon training and told me she appreciated proportional, well-developed calf muscles. My anecdotal evidence shows there’s at least one woman on Earth who likes muscular calves ![]()
Related confession - men have also complemented my calves. I think calf development is partly genetic - my dad’s family have Cantaloupe Calves (trademark pending) but also partly due to focus. My calves wouldn’t grow until I 1) changed my gait to always propel myself with my calves and 2) started every leg workout with 5 x 20 calf raises on a Smith machine. Using my calves when biking several times a week also helped.
One moral of the story - modern American society and also gym culture aren’t conducive to calf development.
My husband’s calves and - get this - achilles tendon were complimented by another man while hiking. Husband was going uphill in front of the guy, and I guess he was overcome with admiration. Best compliment ever.
See, I get this. It’s what I was saying above. It’s a mark of success in things I care about; running, hiking, biking. My people, looking good!
I probably would appreciate it, but that and I would even say whether a man lifts would not be primary considerations for me. ![]()
I don’t think of it as part of “considerations,” but I will say that I love my husband’s legs and booty. But I also love that he’s as outdoorsy as he is, which is what created those features, so maybe it does all fall under “considerations.” His love of functional outdoors time (cutting trees, doing firewood, building roads and pathways and water diversions) indicates other traits that I would say ARE “considerations,” which include the ability to generate happiness for himself, determination/motivation, fitness - which is important should “it all go down” or we become very old - and a desire for healthy fun, as he defines it.
Lifting doesn’t matter to me, but if he’d happened to be a weightlifter, I’d have found the body both visually appealing and appealing for its indication of other, more valued, traits.

