I bought a treadmill and stationary bike a few years ago… weight training is less of a concern for me than cardio and getting in shape to use a bike as transport… also the treadmill is meant to make VR less nauseating for me, and I haven’t wanted to play VR since getting it because it’s so nauseating…?
I’ve used the stationary bike a few dozen times, but the treadmill is still in the box.
I want to use them… well no, I want to want to use them…. Which means I don’t.
I was right there with you for most of my life. Antidepressants changed that for me but I know not everyone is depressed/has access to psych care. Hopefully it clicks for you one day
This isn’t depression… I mean that’s probably some of it, but not the bulk of it. I’m actually in a much better headspace now than I’ve been for the last 15 years or so. It turns out my baseline happiness is that of a relentless optimist. Everything is going to be good, even though it really isn’t right now sort of thing. I have zero basis for that assertion, because my life is a complete shitshow, but I won part of the gene lottery on that one.
I was dx adhd at 5 (35 years ago) and pretty sure there’s a heavy dose of autism in there that wasn’t picked up because I’m AFAB and old, and getting screened for that now serves no purpose unless I want to be in a “work camp”… (American)
The problem is object permanence. Most of the time I don’t even remember I have a treadmill, and when I do, like when I see the box, I never want to set the damned thing up. It’s not pressing or important, nor is it something I want to do, so it doesn’t get done.
I just built a chicken coop tho, so I’m capable of doing things I need to do, just not things I should, but would rather not tbh, do.
I bought a treadmill and stationary bike a few years ago… weight training is less of a concern for me than cardio and getting in shape to use a bike as transport… also the treadmill is meant to make VR less nauseating for me, and I haven’t wanted to play VR since getting it because it’s so nauseating…?
I’ve used the stationary bike a few dozen times, but the treadmill is still in the box.
I want to use them… well no, I want to want to use them…. Which means I don’t.
I was right there with you for most of my life. Antidepressants changed that for me but I know not everyone is depressed/has access to psych care. Hopefully it clicks for you one day
Thanks!
This isn’t depression… I mean that’s probably some of it, but not the bulk of it. I’m actually in a much better headspace now than I’ve been for the last 15 years or so. It turns out my baseline happiness is that of a relentless optimist. Everything is going to be good, even though it really isn’t right now sort of thing. I have zero basis for that assertion, because my life is a complete shitshow, but I won part of the gene lottery on that one.
I was dx adhd at 5 (35 years ago) and pretty sure there’s a heavy dose of autism in there that wasn’t picked up because I’m AFAB and old, and getting screened for that now serves no purpose unless I want to be in a “work camp”… (American)
The problem is object permanence. Most of the time I don’t even remember I have a treadmill, and when I do, like when I see the box, I never want to set the damned thing up. It’s not pressing or important, nor is it something I want to do, so it doesn’t get done.
I just built a chicken coop tho, so I’m capable of doing things I need to do, just not things I should, but would rather not tbh, do.