So I recently started doing something in the last couple months that I would've never foreseen years ago: I started going to the fucking gym. I used to get all my excercise from basketball and later biking - but now basketball would only be an option on my days off, and my bike is still waiting to be fixed.
What am I pissed off about now, exactly? Well, it'd be a fair assumption to think I'm pissed about fucking meatheads trying to convince me to eat lean meats and drink whole milk, or push powerbars - but that's not the case this time. In fact, only once did some fuckface who's not employed at the gym try and inquire about my dietary habits. I told the dude that I was running fucking empty on the treadmill and he asked about what I ate: I told him that I ate some cabbage and noodles, some apples, and some water. He told me I needed to eat some chicken and gave me a lecture on protein, while I ignored him and walked out of the gym listening to Cro-Mags.
The whole issue about the gym pisses me off is the popular opinion held by most Americans that caters directly to the food industry - you can eat whatever the fuck you want as long as you work it off. Apparently science has uncovered the great mystery of health: try and avoid a caloric surplus and you'll be doing well. How the fuck does this make any sense? Can I drink some cyanide and work off the calories? If you're putting toxic shit into your body it's going to affect you somehow, I don't give a fuck even if you sweat most of it out of your pores - it's still going to have some negative affect on your health. Diet is far more important than excercise, and fitness and wellness are not synonyms. Luckily the personal trainers at the gym that I go to aren't really this type I'm complaining about. Luckily. Otherwise I probably wouldn't attend the gym I do, and I probably would've made a fool out of myself trying to argue with them at every possible opportunity.
I'm not trying to downplay the importance of regular excercise - otherwise I wouldn't have dropped a fucking hundredspot on a gym membership when I was far from financially stable.
You know what's fucking gnarly? Some fucking weak documentary called "Killer At Large," which offers by far the weakest "solutions" I've ever seen in any food related documentary, highlights the problem with this emphasis on excercise in American culture. Just like pharmaceutical drugs, excercise allows you to eat whatever the fuck you'd like without any obvious issues. Go ahead, be a fucking gluttonous hedonist - you can work off the calories and keep enjoying your Twinkies and Big Macs! Then you can take your fucking Prozac to balance out your miserable existence that ultimately benefits nobody other than yourself and the powers that be.
If I may leave this entry on a less serious note - I wish I knew how to skateboard so I could do that for excercise:
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