I'm trying to figure out why I go to the gym. I go there once a week and lift weights, which is the exact frequency you should lift weights if you want to be sore every time you go and never see any results. I suppose I go for my health. But, that argument is hard to reconcile with the alarming amount of fried, processed, and triple-distilled things I consume on a regular basis. It could be because I find some inherent joy in exercise, but the truth is that I spend most of my workout thinking about how annoying everyone is at the gym. If I'm being honest, part of me is driven to go so that I can rationalize all of my unhealthy activity. "Try a deep-fried hamburger? Sure, I worked out today!"
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