I am grateful for bodybuilding.
It was the first mission and passion I followed — aside from Internetting, video-gaming, and pirated TV/movie which was pretty much the only things I had done with my life until that point in between brief instances of creativity like Photoshopping something for an image board or instant messenger. (Remember those?)
I learned much from both successes and failures (moreso the latter) such things as discipline and hard work, and a sense of progress and accomplishment, and how much better it feels to fuel myself with good nutrition.
After five years I finally escaped obesity, the second-most impactful thing for alleviating my lifelong struggle with anxiety and depression. Maybe I shouldn’t say “escape” as I’ll always have to fight to remain not-fat. But I’ve come to enjoy the war and the battles.