Fake Fitness Friday!

“Patreon, patreon, patreon”, I say shaking my head like I don’t know where to start.

Earlier is asked if you folks would be interested in fitness stuff and while a majority of people said they would like it, I really took the word of those who opposed with a bit more importance. That’s not to say those in favour are less important, because that’s not at all the case.

My feelings on most situation are of I feel like the minority is against something, but they are against it because something that hurts, you’re better off not to do it at all. Again, this wasn’t exactly the case here, no one said they would be upset by it, but it’s not the reason people are here. When I normally say something like that the come back is always “we are here for you, so whatever you post and share about is ok with is.” Truth be told I do love hearing this because I can really help relieve a lot of stress. I don’t always beleive it, but that a story for another time.

Now I know you’re thinking “what the fuck am I reading right now, is mike on another one of these long winded pity post where he talks about his body and I feel compelled to tell him he looks fine?”

NO! This is me trying to do a little bit of everything. I want to talk about fitness but I want to do it in a way that isn’t toxic and doesn’t make people feel animated because there is enough of that already. Hell, I have a hard time looking at guys on the internet and feeling bad for myself and I’m fit. But being fit doesn’t mean I’m healthy of feeling good.

In the pictures attached to this post I’m relaxed, flexing, and sucking in. I was going to do one “pushing out” but I hated it so much. These picture were taken on Monday when I was almost 5lbs above the weight I told myself I’d never get to, and almost 10lbs above where I sit on average. I hate using a scale for this exact reason. I think the most important part of being healthy is FEELING healthy. For some the numbers help motivate, but they really shouldn’t let you get down on yourself. And that’s what I’m doing. I am not letting the numbers get me down.

What was getting me down, and what made me take the plunged of checking my weight, was that I feel like a bag of shit. I my body doesn’t feel like my own. I’m feeling lethargig and unmovited. I’ve been eating like shit and it caught up to me. Eat like shit, feel like shit. It’s a pretty simple correlation.

Now again, and I’ll say this in capital letters I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SAY “YOU STILL LOOK GOOD”. Because the problem with saying that is you have now decided what you want my body to look like. It’s great if you like that, but just know that if you compliment this body, you are essentially telling me you like the way I look when I’m sad. That said, I prefer guys who aren’t overly fit and look a bit more natural, so I get it. It’s just tell me I look good isn’t what this post is about.

This is likely the part where you’re like “well then what the fuck is this post about becuase so far all you’ve don’t it tell me what I can think/feel, and yelled at me a bit”

Sorry about that.

This post is simply just to draw attention to the fact that sexy ripped michael Hamm is a fantasy. Not a real everyday thing. And that’s ok! If I’m going to talk about fitness in the future I wanted to start with a discusssion on how fitness and being healthy is all about how you feel more so than how you look or what you way. I also think it’s important to point out that as I attempt to eat a bit more healthy, I still have abs under this belly fat and love handles. I’m privileged in that way where others are not. When I lean down it’s not like I’ve got those abs over night. Those took years.

God this is long. Listen, I love all of you and it so important to love yourself, but you need to be the you, you want to love. I don’t know if I’ve lost weight since Monday (I’ve been eating moderately ok), but I do know that i feel better, and that’s all I care about.