In my teen years and 20s I was a skinny dude, broom legs and arms and flat torso, I’m also very tall for a latino so made it more noticeable. But now that I’m on my mid 30s and that anything that I drink or eat is getting harder to “digest” I’m now overweight, still skinny limbs but with a protruding belly, like majority of Latinos here (we don’t believe in diets) and I don’t care anymore.
I was worried about my look as a kid but then realised that I wasn’t going to do anything with it, I’m not a model or role model for anything, unfortunately I will not be able to have my own family and I’m hoping to have a short lifespan so my health isn’t something that I care that much, don’t give a shit about my life tbh.
There’s a certain sensation of solace with that realisation accompanied by depression, then pain, but hey, life sucks after all, took me 30 years to get there.
My dude.
I’m nearly 50. I still go to the gym, lift, run, and give a shit about what I eat. I care about how I look, even if I’m never going to be happy with it.
This shit matters, unless you want to be barely functional when you’re my age, and not functional at all when you’re in your 70s. You’re betting that you aren’t going to make it into your 50s, but that’s a really bad bet to make unless you’re willing to act on your nihilism to ensure that you don’t.
But I’m not you though. I bet you’re a more functional and successful specimen of a human being than me. I’m not, even when I was in shape. There’s no point.
Eww. Grow up and love yourself, dude.
No
Shut the fuck up and move your body. It’s literally never too late.
No, and there’s no reason to be rude
The time you spend on here whining and complaining that everything is pointless is time you could be spending on a walk, doing yoga, having fun swimming…
I apologize for the rude remark, but you need to realize that the only obstacle between you and “being in good shape” is yourself.
Although you should probably see a mental health professional about your self-defeating attitude first.
I don’t see the point of it. I already explained why.
You don’t need to see the point of it to do it anyway. Why are you accepting defeat in this situation? Why aren’t you angry?
Get mad. Get your body moving. Force your body to start producing some feel good chemicals and you will have one more tiny bit of leverage against your brain, which is actively lying to you right now if you are indeed depressed.
Because I’m done and tired. I don’t wanna look better or feel better. I just don’t wanna feel anything.
See a doctor. Your brain is lying to you and you may need medication to begin feeling normal again.