Imagine you look in the mirror and you’re me and, while I don’t look like Ryan Gosling, I’m a fairly handsome bloke. And I’m fit. Someone might say, “wow this is it, this is my life beginning” or something idk I’ve never been anyone but me. The thing is though I look in the mirror and my fitness my external appearance even the way that I’ve styled my hair to make it look nicer is not everything, hardly anything.

What it comes down to I think, is that being in shape (which includes getting a chiseled jawline (look up mewing (don’t go crazy tho) is not an end goal in life it is, and I’m sorry to say this, the basis of living a whole life.

I know I sound like a hater and I don’t intend to. I’m 100% sure that people with more body weight than they’d like to have live great lives and I’ve seen it, it’s just that to me the societal focus on fitness misses that fitness is more a prerequisite than anything else. Do literally all of the things, but be in shape, I’m telling you. Eat right stretch walk sleep and then do everything else, even get buckwild ya dig, just make sure that the following morning you eat organic chicken breast and not Mickey D’s.

Oh yea, the prices are 100% comprable as well. Buy a whole set of chicken titties and it’s essentially a fast food meal as far as $$ go. And then, and I’m sorry again, but buy a single avocado cut that up, get butter, and that’s a whole meal. You just have to cook it yourself. Dun dun dun!

But then, after you grub down and do your lunges, get out there and make it happn, cappn.