No joke at all: I will have mini-meltdowns every once in a while where I think to myself “Goddamnit, I wish I could just eat some pop-tarts for breakfast and sit on the couch and eat cheetos on the weekend and just shut off my mind and not give a f**k about any of this”, and then I’ll go to work and see how almost every single male there has a big round gut that hangs over their belt line and forces them to lean back when they walk because their glutes have atrophied and I quickly snap back to reality and go “Nope: not for me”.
And when you spend your free time hanging out “online” with a bunch of other psychos its easy to re-calibrate your baseline where excellence is the standard, but stepping back into reality you realize that it takes so little to stand head and shoulders above average.
I kept hoping my peers would grow out of it". I thought it was just a high school thing, then a college kid thing, but no: it’s just a thing. You will walk a difficult social path as a non-drinker, but I’m with you: just not for me. Had my first drink at 35, didn’t finish it. It was ruining a good tomahawk ribeye, haha.
Its not that i don’t believe the generation, it’s that there’s the long-lived stereotype of old fat guys talking about how they “used to bench 315 for reps”, or “would have gone pro if it weren’t for their knee injury”, or better yet “had girls lining up around the block to be with them”.
These at the mutterings of the have-nots who wish they had actually done the things they speak of. Had they actually done these things, I believe they wouldn’t feel the need to vocalize it.
They also had to walk 10 miles to school in the rain and it was uphill both ways. I’m sure you believe this statement too?
Dude. I stand head and shoulders above average. You stand with a dozen or so non-professionals. You realize that, right?
I would stand there with you, but there’s no way I’m eating the nasty stuff you eat. Or doing the death-march workouts you do. But if not for those couple of minor things, I totally could be like you! Why, back in the day…
this is how I feel a lot of the time, when I say a want to “give up”. I don’t ever crave junk food, but I do think “damn, I wish I could eat pounds of meat and do nothing”
You really give me a complex with this comment, haha. I had a steak and egg breakfast burrito this morning with celery sticks with nuts n more spread, greek yogurt with fruit and dark chocolate and protein powder, and some keto toast with sunflower butter.
But the workout that led UP to that moment…yeah, that was hell. Like a 45 minute vision quest, haha.
EDITL Poor form of me to only focus on the negative there. I very much appreciate the positive sentiment behind your comment. You’re one of the people on here whose opinion I hold in VERY high regard.
We thought “Liver King” meant who’s was most swole!
