It is. But then what else is there to do? The time that I spend currently in the gym, planning my workout program every week, weighing my food on a kitchen scale, weighing myself every morning, counting my macros in Excel, logging my weight in Excel and calculating my TDEE, etc. is time that I used to spend playing video games, shitposting on internet forums and jacking off to BBC cuckold porn. It's so over. I think the gym just distracts me from the existential dread that is life. The PSL OGs know that the last time I wagecucked (March 2015) I wanted to go ER. I snapped at the office in January 2015. The gym doesn't pay me like a job. But it doesn't annoy me like a big obligation like a job does. I want to go ER on the customers, co-workers and boss at work. I want to go ER on the other drivers during rush hour traffic (meanwhile my gym is a short 7 minute drive away). When I'm in the gym, I want to go ER on the Staceys in leggings bending over doing RDLs in my face while I'm trying to look at the fucking mirror ahead of me to check my form when I'm doing those Rich Piana bent over dumbbell rear delt rows as I have trouble activating my rear delts and I want to go ER on the people who hog the machines and equipment. But beyond that it's just me versus gravity.
