As a garbage man, I have two specific garbage conditions: First, I live an extremely unhealthy lifestyle, and second, I punish myself for everything I have ever thought about, done and not done. Do you think you regret it now? I can't forget what I did child. When I was 7 years old, I stole a friend's Nerf ball and wrote my name on it and claimed that it was mine. That still bothers me.
Therefore, when the world decided to apocalypse, I decided to try something that I had been telling myself for ten years: cooking healthier food. It's useless to be honest, the result is absolutely bad. It turns out that cooking requires patience, perseverance and instructions to follow. For twenty to forty minutes, I do n’t want to do anything.
However, all I am willing to do is tie my body to an uncomfortable device and use video games for exercise. The worst part is that it actually seems to be running and is killing my enjoyment of all other video games.
This is a routine: every day, at the moment when I feel finally happy, I decide to make myself unhappy by playing games that require physical exertion. It took me about half an hour to do this until I felt tired, and then I bathed in the dark, thinking about the person I had become.
As far as the game is concerned, I switch it! Sometimes I will play "Ring Fit" on Nintendo Switch, this is a game about magic fitness ring, it will never let myself shut up. It will not stop talking. Although the main villain in the game is a weightlifting dragon that can destroy me, my real opponent is this fucking ring. It's not that I don't want to do squats, but that my body is bad.
I also play many fitness games in virtual reality because I may have a small bedroom apartment, but I do live alone. No one wants to watch this. No one wants to see this. My secret shame. Most of these games-Beat Saber, Audioshield, Audica, Box VR-basically made me do the same movement: waving my arms over and over to listen to music until my arms are tired. They also let me squat, as the ring taught me, this is not my strength.
One of the greater benefits of exercising in virtual reality is that you cannot see yourself. I don't have to look at someone who once spent a week eating Cadbury eggs because he accidentally ordered 60 eggs instead of ordering 6 eggs as he thought. It also helps to immerse you. Not addicted to "This feels like real things!" Yes, nothing feels real. But immersed in a sense, I ca n’t stop exercising and check my phone every five minutes to see if I suddenly have a friend.
In the past month and a half, I became sick of these games. Every day, my Ring Fit leg straps look a little uncomfortable, and every night, my Oculus Quest feels looser and sweatier. I have mastered almost all the songs of the expert. I beat everyone with a pistol like John Thicc. What I want to say is that I did the third thing, but in fact, this is mainly the scope of experience. There are some Vader Immortal dojo games in it, but the word "dojo play" sounds like the sexual behavior I have to propose.
Although I hate these games now, the thought of doing another round of POP / STARS on Beat Saber makes me want to cry, which actually works. I am losing weight. I have lost enough weight to be noticeable. The shirt that didn't fit me now fits well. Most of them are video game reservation shirts. In fact, most of the shirts I own are pre-order shirts for video games. I haven't tried to see if the pants fit well. Pants do not exist in this future world.
I realize that the desire to lose weight-or at least to be the least described as "Robotnik"-is just my own desire. My physical problems are dealt with by myself. I do n’t want others to try what I ’m trying, nor would I recommend it. It's awful of my dislike of games I once loved. Beating the saber can suck my ass. It ’s still up to you. I just can't deny that this is the first time in 18 years that I have created a healthy model for myself that does not depend on dieting or self-abuse.
When New York reopens and I have to return to the work office, will I maintain this charm? I do not know. I do n’t even know if I can hold on for another week until I finally put the fucking Joycon on the TV through the TV because I did n’t register that I bent my legs in a yoga pose. However, I hate these games wholeheartedly, hate my physical exercise, hate to use my whole soul to do anything productive, and I still have to do it anyway. Maybe it was the quarantine that forced me to find a way to stay active. Maybe this is a loophole in my brain, and even think that the game I don't like is still a game. I do not know. But fuck me, at least I am trying.
