I like working out. It's a good source of healthy, cheap dopamine in a world otherwise devoid of it. However, I seemingly cannot remain consistent in the gym. When I started over a year ago, my primary goal was to increase my masculinity for the sole purpose of attracting women. This was before I learned about lookism, genetic determinism, and other BP ideas extensively. Since then, those illusions of meaningful self-improvement have faded. I now actively mock gymcels for thinking women even care about muscles. In reality, I've only ever seen women respond to face, height, or cock. Never muscles in it of themselves. I still want to work out, though, to feel good for myself, but I just don't have a good enough reason. Exercise is good for me to help avoid my problems with addiction, but I just can't motivate myself anymore. It all comes down to something I've alluded to before. Just as I've discussed how sex ties oneself to the body, exercise does the same. The reason being tied to the body is negative is because the body ages and dies, and that's something that I, in all honesty, have a really hard time with. Exercising for me is just a reminder that I will age and die. It's a reminder that I could achieve to some extent in this life, but it won't amount to anything in the end; nothing will.
