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I really don't get it. Everyones fanatacism with health. The whole physical activity fad. What's the point?
I grew up a normal child. On the farm, then in the 'burbs, then a small country town. Well-rounded, I s'pose. When my parents bought a country truckstop, I was in my element. I just didn't know it. From 11 years old, I never had to sit down for the dreaded meal. I would just walk in the kitchen, make what I wanted and leave. I lived on Hot Dogs with the lot and chips with Maggi gravy. Coca-cola and Chokitos.
At 12, I needed glasses. At 13 I was 14 stone. Not a good way to start high-school...So I hope y'all can understand my cynicism....I left school at 15, and took off (ran away) to Queensland working in the shearing sheds as a Rouseabout. Needless to say, the weight didn't hang around long. At 46 I'm 12 stone, and if heredity is anything to go on I will soon need to be hanging onto as much as I can!
Exercise is for people who don't work hard enough. Simple as that. You can also burn off as much with your brain, if you use it. Pushing yourself has very little to do with physical exertion and more to do with active habit-forming. That is unless you are intent on dying of a brain embolism or massive heart failure. Then, by all means, run your guts out, lift that 350kg benchweight...What a load of egotistical hype.
A lifestyle where you are constantly pushed is not as bad for you as pushing yourself from time-to-time. Not as damaging to the body or mind. Only thing is then your joints wear out like mine. So now I exercise my brain more- but in this political climate, that also is now pushed to its' limits.
I used to love footy. But we moved to an area where politics and athleticism ruled. I trained for 2 years, and never saw the field.
So that formed my opinion of recreational exercise also.
The comradery I know and knew was that of the outback, the dry and laconic, yet fiercely protective mentality of the bush. That of the shearers and ringers, wrought through interaction despite difference. Not the soggy, paternalistic back-stabbings of suburban friendship. Not the naive and self-centred boastings of the local footy hero. The near-wordless gestures of my comrades were the absolution of my faith in the bush. This is the true Aussie spirit. Not the so-called Aussie knocker, who compares rather than helps. Not the politician who is an Aussie knocker for their personal benefit.
My mates are the ones shearing 200 a day, when the city wusses are knocked off because it's 38 degrees. I'm the rousy and the woolclasser doing the lot. Not the political rep hiding behind a shirk. And I sure-as-Hell won't be going for a jog Saturday morning.
I grew up a normal child. On the farm, then in the 'burbs, then a small country town. Well-rounded, I s'pose. When my parents bought a country truckstop, I was in my element. I just didn't know it. From 11 years old, I never had to sit down for the dreaded meal. I would just walk in the kitchen, make what I wanted and leave. I lived on Hot Dogs with the lot and chips with Maggi gravy. Coca-cola and Chokitos.
At 12, I needed glasses. At 13 I was 14 stone. Not a good way to start high-school...So I hope y'all can understand my cynicism....I left school at 15, and took off (ran away) to Queensland working in the shearing sheds as a Rouseabout. Needless to say, the weight didn't hang around long. At 46 I'm 12 stone, and if heredity is anything to go on I will soon need to be hanging onto as much as I can!
Exercise is for people who don't work hard enough. Simple as that. You can also burn off as much with your brain, if you use it. Pushing yourself has very little to do with physical exertion and more to do with active habit-forming. That is unless you are intent on dying of a brain embolism or massive heart failure. Then, by all means, run your guts out, lift that 350kg benchweight...What a load of egotistical hype.
A lifestyle where you are constantly pushed is not as bad for you as pushing yourself from time-to-time. Not as damaging to the body or mind. Only thing is then your joints wear out like mine. So now I exercise my brain more- but in this political climate, that also is now pushed to its' limits.
I used to love footy. But we moved to an area where politics and athleticism ruled. I trained for 2 years, and never saw the field.
So that formed my opinion of recreational exercise also.
The comradery I know and knew was that of the outback, the dry and laconic, yet fiercely protective mentality of the bush. That of the shearers and ringers, wrought through interaction despite difference. Not the soggy, paternalistic back-stabbings of suburban friendship. Not the naive and self-centred boastings of the local footy hero. The near-wordless gestures of my comrades were the absolution of my faith in the bush. This is the true Aussie spirit. Not the so-called Aussie knocker, who compares rather than helps. Not the politician who is an Aussie knocker for their personal benefit.
My mates are the ones shearing 200 a day, when the city wusses are knocked off because it's 38 degrees. I'm the rousy and the woolclasser doing the lot. Not the political rep hiding behind a shirk. And I sure-as-Hell won't be going for a jog Saturday morning.
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