I don't train for a body, I train so I don't lose my shit I Don’t Train for a Body — I Train So I Don’t Lose My Shit

A Fitness Report Written By Absolute Chaos… 

 

Let’s be honest.

Some people work out for aesthetics.

Some people work out for health.

Some people work out for discipline.

I work out because if I don’t, I will absolutely snap at the wrong person for the wrong reason.

The gym isn’t a glow-up for me.

It’s containment.

 

Rage (already pacing):

“Working out  is cheaper than bail.”

Which she is certainly not wrong, depending on the way you go about it.

 

Fitness Looks Different When You’re Tired of Everyone

There’s a version of fitness culture that assumes you’re excited to be there.

Smiling.

Stretching.

Chatting.

Tracking macros like it’s a hobby.

That’s not me.

I show up with headphones on, zero eye contact, and a very clear agenda:

Move the energy held up inside of me somewhere safe.

Because some days, the workout isn’t about strength.

It’s about not taking the chaos home with you.train so I don't lose my shit

Unless, they ask for it at home.

Then good luck to them! 

Lawless (leaning against a locker):

“If I didn’t lift, I’d say something unforgivable, and completely unhinged.”

Relatable, on a daily basis. 

Look out if the daily does of sanity isn’t got.

 

The Gym Is My Quietest Room

Life, can be, and is, extremely loud.

People need things, all the damn time.

Problems stack, usually all at once.

Noise follows you absolutley everywhere.

The gym is one of the only places where:

  • no one asks how you feel
  • no one needs an explanation
  • effort speaks for itself

You either lift the weight or you don’t.

No emotional labor required.

That kind of simplicity is rare.

 

Rebel (already under the bar):

“This is the only place I don’t negotiate with myself, I just do what needs to be done.”

Exactly.

 

Training Isn’t Always Productive — Sometimes It’s Preventative

I don’t train because I’m motivated.

I train because I know myself.

I know what happens when I don’t move my body:

  • patience disappears
  • tolerance drops
  • everything feels personal

Training is how I bleed off that excess pressure from life.

Not necessairly to become calmer,

to become more functional.

 

Vex (adjusting gloves):

“Energy doesn’t disappear. It waits.”

Better to aim it than pretend it’s gone.

 

Some Days, Fitness Is Just Damage Control

Not every workout is impressive.

Some are:

  • rushed
  • irritated
  • heavy on the sighs
  • light on the enthusiasm

They still count.

Because fitness isn’t about perfection.

It’s about regulation.

And sometimes the goal isn’t progress, 

it’s not making today any fucking  worse than it already is.

 

Meany (sleeping through the cooldown):

“Still counts.”

Yes. It does.

Final Truth 

I don’t train to be smaller.

I don’t train to be prettier.

I don’t train for summer.

I train so my anger has somewhere to go

that isn’t the people I love.

That’s not weakness.

That’s self-awareness with muscle.

 

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