Rant/sob story/need a kick in the backside:
I’ve fallen into the same trap my father fell into. At 40 years old, I’ve spent the last 15 years prioritizing my work and career over family, relationships and life in general. It’s left me fat, weak, and scrambling to avoid depression.
I feel like I’ve wasted so much time, and I don’t know where to go from here. Back in school, making friends and having new hobbies came almost effortlessly. Now, I work 10 hour days and end up working on the couch while mindlessly watching TV. Weekends I spend working a side gig or gaming.
I know the solution is to pick something interesting (like strength training at the gym) and just try it. I’m one of those people who needs to be perfect at something the first time, because reasons. I’ve been meaning to hit the gym regularly for years now, but I find myself falling off the wagon within days.
How do you maintain the discipline required to keep going to the gym?
Discomfort for this stuff means you’re growing. We only grow outside our comfort zone.
I don’t totally understand, but I will say that cliches become cliches because they have a universal nature. If someone gives you grief (even yourself) for using a cliche, I think you should use it anyway.