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

Fuck All This Shit From The Mouth of Rage   I tried being calm. I tried being positive. I tried breathing through it, reframing it, journaling it, pretending I was “above” it. Fuck all that. Some days aren’t about growth. They’re about endurance. And pretending otherwise is how people snap, spontaneously combust in a few short moments. Otherwise snap. They make a whole TV series on that.    I’m Not Angry for No Reason Everyone wants to pathologize anger, like it’s not a normal condition, or should I say emotion. They like to call it: negative toxic unproductive something to