I completely stopped caring about 2 years ago, I realized I was never going to do anything with my good look and that I will never get into a relationship in my life, so I just figured out “what’s the point then, I’m already invisible for the women?” And I don’t care about my health tbh…
Since I don’t have kids or my own family I could just disappear and nothing would happen. No, I’m not taking extreme stuff to end my life, I just stopped caring and now eat a lot and drink.
If I’m going to be alone and feeling sad, at least let me eat something good. Still, I’m just 100 KG at 34 years old right now, just skinny fat… For now.
I was fit before and arguably even more miserable. The whole gym bro shit is bullshit.
Being fit does not mean being ‘gym bro’. I am 34 and obese. I am actively dieting and working out in order to lose weight, not because I want to be attractive or live forever, but because doing basic daily tasks was hell. I existed in a world where casually walking 10 minutes to work meant I was so warm and sweaty that I needed to shower. I could not squat or kneel down to pick things up or my knees would burn with pain. I was not healthy. My weight caused me to snore, making me more tired. I was walking around like a geriatric at the age of 32.
You don’t have to be a fitness guru who eats kale and chugs protein shakes to be healthy, but the giving up entirely is 100% more miserable than having basic mobility. And it’s a lot harder to come back from when you’re too heavy to work out to your full capacity.