Exercise is good for you! If you exercise, you’ll live longer, because your body will be more durable! Also, if you need to outrun a wild animal or lift a heavy object in order to survive, exercising can prepare you for that moment! So really, being physically fit can extend your lifespan in more ways than one.
You can wear cute gym outfits. The athletic wear trend is definitely leaning neon these days, and neon is objectively an excellent thing.
Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy, and happy people don’t kill their husbands. They just don’t.
You’ll get sexier (probably). Physical health is generally considered attractive. If you’re trying to become more attractive, going to the gym could help! (Take note: this plan is not foolproof.)
You might encounter other sexy people. But don’t talk to them. Talking to other people at the gym is super weird.
Cons:
God, exercise is awful. I mean, it’s painful and tiring and unpleasant. That’s enough, isn’t it?
It’s kind of a ridiculous prospect. Isn’t it slightly absurd that we have to move our bodies around for no explicit purpose in order to stay healthy? Imagine telling a cave man that in the future, people run around for the very sake of running around. That caveman would be all kinds of confused. That caveman probably dreams of having food brought to him without having to chase it down.
Going to the gym is inconvenient. You get all sweaty, and then you have to shower. I’m not down with that. Showering is such a hassle.
Exercising gets me all hung up on the shape of my body. Doing a thing to improve the shape of my body kind of sends a message to my weaker, more-self-conscious brain that my body’s shape is currently in need of some improving. It’s not the soundest logic in the world (because people exercise for so many other reasons, e.g. health etc), but it makes me unhappy and that’s that. I don’t need any more voices telling me my body isn’t good enough. The media does a hell of a job as it is.
This time last year I was a gym junkie and fittest I’ve ever been. Then I met my boyfriend, hurt my back and got super lazy. So I stacked on 10kg. So I’m trying to get back into a strict routine so I can be super fit again. But it suuuuucks. How did I go four days a week every week without fail and LOVE it? I must have had brain damage.
ohmy Olivia
SO true – love this post xo
jenna
perfect use of that legally blonde quote. nailed it.
