Transporter Room 3

Located on Deck 6, Room 2054. Mass evacuation site for decks 5-10.

I’m someone’s favorite.

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Cake day: November 19th, 2023

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  • Every time I get downvoted, I move an inch closer to the exit door of this community.

    Lol OK bye.

    Nobody gives a shit and complaining about down votes is the quickest way to get them.

    Guess what! Outside of a few custom instances that for some reason want to be reddit, the fediverse doesn’t track your total karma.

    Unless you’re going back to keep track of your comments for some weird reason, the only time you see a down voted comment is when you get replies.

    I could have hundreds of net down votes by now, but I don’t know because luckily my instance doesn’t track votes.

    The point is, it’s a little number next to an arrow. Who gives a shit.





  • My dude, I totally appreciate that you’re trying to help, and please don’t stop encouraging people to work out because it REALLY DOES WORK for most people, but I spent the better part of a decade doing all kinds of things, from yoga to iron man segments, and not a single thing was enjoyable beyond the small amount of satisfaction of having done something hard and finished it.

    I dropped 120lbs, and have stayed relatively the same weight since 2015, even with all the other stuff.

    So I’m sure I learned more healthy habits, hence the weight being kept off, and I don’t regret a second of it, I have no desire to try again.

    The only working out now is biking for enjoyment with my wife. And also when she feels the desire to go to the gym, I go with her.




  • In my best bane impression: for you

    I never got any “good feelings” from my healthy times. Working out was tiring and a chore. No matter how I worked out, with whom, where, for how long… No “workout buzz”

    I got down to a 7 minute mile. Not amazing or difficult by any stretch, but not one getting there did I ever experience “the runner’s high”

    Eating well gave me slightly more energy, but not enough to justify the extra cost and time to prepare.

    I literally am not capable of “good sleep” without medication, and I can’t even afford the medications anymore.

    I’ll just keep eating whatever I want, only exercising when someone asks me to, and trying to get as much sleep as possible before the sun rises until I hit my (definitely early) grave.