Sure would be nice to have the superpower of not being cripplingly-depressed and “autistic”; else I could have enough emotional energy to accomplish anything in life AND stay flabby-not-fat. But as it stands, I seem to only have enough “oomph” or “heart” or “manliness” in me to struggle-battle-struggle-battle against returning to morbid obesity AND keep up with all that entails with being a live-alone bachelor with a full-time job.
So it would appear that if I am to ever, say, learn Japanese or self-teach two-wheeled biking or how to draw or write a book or some other long-term goal, I will have to trash-bin the Health & Fitness Lifestyle and accept becoming a walking whale yet again as I just don’t have enough emotional energy to do more than one.
That or become an alcoholic so following more than one long-term goal doesn’t stress me to the gills and eventually trigger a nervous meltdown every time I try to death-match my appetite AND learn a trade so I have a better job or whatever else I’ve “always wanted to do”; that’s gotta be healthier than anti-depressants! And would it really be so bad to live a shorter, happier life?