https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/vba4dx/my-gamer-brain-is-addicted-to-the-peloton-exercise-bike

I hate exercise. I hate running. I like lifting, I guess, but I never seem to do it enough, and if your form is not that of Adonis, you will reliably have someone at the gym shamble over and tell you to hinge your hips or something. I can’t ride a bike due to never really being able to learn thanks to my dyspraxia, the thing that Daniel Radcliffe has, and also the fact I didn’t want to.

Exercise to me has always seemed like a foreign language or a musical instrument—something other people had learned to do, that I had tried, failed at, and decided was not part of my life. I’ve also had weight issues my entire life. I’ve been 300lbs, I’ve been 130lbs, I think about my weight at least 50 times a day. I tell myself I’m fat, I’m ugly, I’m bloated, I look horrific, a million weird insults in an obsessive circle that I’m never quite fully distracted from.