I eat. As I have been, I remain opposed to habits in any form. I still want to learn and see what I can do. I remember how broken I was by the lust for a quick result, without which (it's obvious) everything became "normal".
You know, sometimes it's not about the goal, but about the process, the way to achieve it. If you manage to realize this, to learn to get high from the process, the final result will be comparable to happiness. "Yes, I do! I know because I can!" That's exactly the kind of end result one would like to have.
Going back to one of my previous posts, I will repeat: we are all smart and always know everything. But for some reason we don't use our knowledge. Not very ethical, but still... Paying attention to people's workouts in the gym, noticing the absolute absence of any progress in some of them, the question arises in my mind: "Why*? Maybe it's just me. Whatever. Their business. Although there is an excellent version of the argument-excuse. Here: I go to the gym and do something to let myself eat as much as I want. Except there's a 100% chance of regression. "I'm gonna have another fries because I'm going to the gym tonight." Working out until you're dizzy often doesn't even use up half the calories we manage to cram into a day. Although there is a benefit to it.
Everyone and everything has its own profit. But not everyone can admit to themselves first of all why and most importantly why they choose this particular profit. I know mine. I've admitted it to myself. I move on in the same...