I don't mean to interrupt this avid discussion of swole science, but I suppose the largest problem I have is one of motivation. Most days I feel that just living life is just a matter of the wholly selfish reason of getting to personally enjoy it, with no reason otherwise. I feel it would be 'nice' to be fit, at least once in my life, but that's where the "raison d'être" ends, there's otherwise no pragmatic purpose to it. I don't have any face-to-face friends to enjoy in the hardships or achievements, and there's no useful end to being fit, as in my case I have a sedentary job and otherwise no physically difficult tasks that I'm expected to take on, so I'm left with just the vanity of it, but I'm not an especially vain person anyway. The human body is just a tool, but what point is there for a tool with no job to do?
I do make some headway, every now and again, but I can't help but feel that it's hard to maintain the level of motivation that led to those achievements in the first place, that I only accomplished them because "His wheels, spinning uselessly in the mud, finally gained traction for a second, only to get stuck again in the next mud patch."
I have one picture of myself when I was, as close as I could be, "fit", and it was probably the only moment in my life when I was truly motivated, and I accomplished it with almost no effort, but then that motivation dissipated into the cold air again, leaving me with my languor again. I get the feeling it's going to be another cold winter.
Believe me, I know where you're coming from.
My attitude has always been "Life is too short to spend it doing stuff you don't want to do." Life for me is about enjoying it, as much of it as I can. So many things in life are a burden, shit you don't want to invest your time in to but you have to. (Mainly school and work.)
Here's the thing: it's the results that motivate you. It's seeing a goal for yourself and reaching for it, and watching the change happen rapidly, right before your eyes, in tune with how hard you're working. A year ago I would have said "Working out? Feh. Maybe? But I won't enjoy it!"
Well, now I'm enjoying it. Stupid amounts of enjoyment. I don't feel right currently if I don't work out. I'd argue I'm enjoying working out right now more than hedonistically playing video games.
Finding "a new normal" is exactly right. You live so long one way you forget there's any other way to feel, any other way to operate. It's not like I completely upended my schedule, my nutrition or my free time. I just....fit something else in there and it has made a huge difference in my mindest. Even though I'm playing fewer games atm, or spend 20 minutes spacing off thinking about working out instead of getting to gaming, it's made my gaming
better. I can game care free knowing I'm taking care of myself, that I've got other priorities that got met before I settled down to enjoy myself. I'm counteracting the ass-fattening effects of sitting in a chair 8 to 10 hours a day. That I'm not compounding the problem by cramming my face full of the highest calorie delivery food you can buy, multiple times a week.
And lastly...I mostly just started this to see what was possible. Can I really lose weight? Can I really gain muscle? Can I really look thin and fit and desirable and sexy? Can I do all that and still be the game loving nerd I am right now? The answer has pretty much been yes. And now it's taken on a life of its own. A simple goal of "lose that belly and hip fat" has become something else entirely. Now I want the six pack, although chances are I'll never reach it. Now I want the biceps, the chest, the shoulders. Now I want every part of the kinetic chain tight, strong, toned. And it all feels reachable. Stupidly, easily reachable because _I'm no longer the one holding me back._
Part of it was too, I just wanted a challenge. I wanted something to grit my teeth and dig deep to complete. Not an intellectual or a social challenge but a purely physical challenge that, if I was angry or raging or frustrated, I could pour all my energy in to, to beat. Now that's become the new norm for me, is seeing that challenge in front of me and attacking it until I either beat it or it beats me.
Like I said above, if you're at the "it'd be nice I guess" stage, then you're letting yourself stay stuck at the hardest part. You don't know if you want to sacrifice anything for this thing you're not ultimately sure you want. Well, I'm telling you: take the plunge, see what happens. Identify one goal for yourself physically and work hard toward it for a couple weeks. At the end of those couple weeks, if you don't see any changes and you don't feel any motivation to continue, after following the advice here, well, then you tried at least, right?
But if you truly want to look better, feel better and shake yourself out of a pattern you've fallen in to...and you're willing to
work for it, then I think you stand more to gain than you're letting yourself believe otherwise.
Also, unrelated, but for coffee drinkers if you wonder what the sugar in your coffee is costing you....
A teaspoon of sugar is 4g of sugar. So I typically do about 10g of sugar per cup of coffee per day during the week, and ~30 to 40g per day of sugar on the weekend. Or to put it in more concrete terms, on the weekend I get as much sugar in my coffee as two bottles of coca-cola.