The gym is the way.

Man,

To the gym, I am a convert. When I get the health benefits of gym going I feel that if a religion were to be able to provide these I would be an evangelical to said religion. I just feel so good and it has so many good effects on me I can't get elsewhere. 

My weight has been; 86.4, 86, 85.5, 85.4. That last day of just .1 was really disappointing, I did quite a bit to put myself into ketosis on that day. Went to the gym yesterday: 84.5! I have previously lost a lot at the gym when I was doing nothing for diet AT ALL! The gym is the way.

It also has psychological benefits. One of the real things to get rid of grudges which is something I suppose I struggle with. I have also thought that when we move into a more positive time, a "golden age" so to speak. In that if that were to happen and "power" was a bit more equal. Like, people had more power in their lives and were not so ground down. Then if they had grudges, would become a bit more relevant (because they would have the power to enact them!).

But I also think, that in such a positive golden age. That if people had a positive increase in their health. It would be hard to hold a lot of grudges. You simply don't care about people who have wronged you if you feel utterly fantastic. If you are eating and exercising at your peak... who cares?

Of course, serious things even if you feel good they matter, and some things matte that much. But while I was doing weights yesterday, I thought about that. I thought about the girls that created absolute havoc for two years at an office job I was working. It is normally enough to stir some vague resentment. Not a super strong sensation, but something that is notable. 

But while I was doing weights in the gym that sensation was not possible to access. Life is just too good.

The deeper benefit:

But it also goes deeper and this is the point I wanted to come to. One of the annoyances that has come up for me. There is a blog I go on run by a boomer woman and whose readership is possibly 50% ish boomer women. It is an astrology blog. 

One of the annoyances I have had there is that they are all anti red pill. Which, on it's own is not a big deal. But when they get younger women asking them questions that could be answered, I believe, to great effect, by explaining realities that are red pill adjacent. It annoys me. Because it is bringing up a problem, a real life problem someone has, and refusing to solve it. In fact making it worse in some cases. (Younger women do listen to older women).

So, I have ended up, which was not a good idea and had predictable results. Trying to explain said red pill concepts. Without the red pill men are just acting in a completely irrational way, but if you say; well men are experiencing and thinking xyz and then allowing them to use that knowledge to improve themselves. Then at least there is some effort to help the individual. 

When I do bring in red pill concepts however, like I said the answer is predictable. It is 'the red pill is just feminism for men', i.e. deep state anti natalism for men. 

No evidence is of course offered for these claims. The fact that the manosphere has suffered a lot of censorship and is targeted in other ways is not factored in. 

Normally, this has annoyed me. It has annoyed me and because I have felt bad about that, felt it was a bit pathetic, I have suppressed it.  

Which of course didn't solve anything and creates a blockage.

Blockages cleared.

This morning though, that blockage was cleared. With a dopamine infused insight! I realised that I could put it back on the woman that had said that. My thought process now goes like this: "It is extremely convenient that manosphere complaints are all deep state psy ops that don't need to be paid attention to." There is no evidence of the belief, so why is she choosing it? Because it is convenient for her. She does not need to criticise any women and gain the approbrium of the sisterhood. 

And that, even though it is not clear why it makes a difference, it does. It kind of releases it for me. Rather than feeling I need to oppose the falsity it just settles me back into a place of... "Oh, so you are what you are".

That's not the only thing. On twitter I saw a picture a few minutes ago (which I can't find now!) Of a woman that had changed her content from very highly technical neuroscience of some description, to now going for twitch fame. Just chatting with her breasts out. I don't know if I would care about that normally. But I felt a distinct emotion of simply not caring. 

And I think, in this world full to the brim with its distractions and confusion. Sometimes not caring is the best thing.