VICE has provided writer Graham Isador with a platform to complain about how his quest for 6 pack abs has ruined his life. The title alone is an eye-roller (Jeez-must we? Again?) but the content is an exercise in public self-humiliation by this poor schlub. His intent is, it seems, to go about doing everything the wrong way, from his original incentive to his overall attitude during and after his terrible ordeal.
The essay does make an interesting read however for the window it affords on a dysfunctional, clueless, self absorbed individual whose ignorance on the basic workings of his own body are appalling.
Nowhere in his essay does he mention having any health goal in his procuring a trainer and pursuing a fitness routine. By his admission it is all drudgery that takes a tragic toll on his personal relationships since he can’t eat / drink whatever he wants to whenever he goes out with friends. Also, he blames working out for shitting himself. Twice.
He expresses no interest in becoming a stronger man physically, of increasing lean muscle mass so that his immune system is enhanced and his metabolism increased. He mentions no improvement in his social interactions or his new attractiveness and the positive way others view and relate to him. The essay is all one big whiny Jerry Seinfeld/Woody Allen complaint-fest with no benefits achieved whatsoever.
Like so many idiots, his original impetus was movie stars like former schlub Chris Pratt and their body transformations which he somehow took personally to the extent that he decided he likewise must achieve six pack abs — not health, not increased stamina, sexually and otherwise, not improved balance, posture, enhanced feelings of well being, or any of the dozen or more immediate positive effects one derives from actually caring for the one and only body they will ever inhabit.
It is confounding how someone can stand up in public like this an reveal the extent of their embarrassing ignorance of things health and fitness. But really VICE, what is the point of this messy essay? To demonize fitness? To justify stupidity, laziness and ridiculous expectations? To claim that foolish boys are so made to feel bad about themselves by the mere viewing photos of movie stars that they torture themselves mentally and physically in order to seek an attractive physique, and then go about it all wrong?
Your guess is as good as mine.
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