I regularly attend the gym three times a week, doing heavy lifting and some cardio. I'm one of those people who knows that the only reason I bother with the gym is because I'm utterly unfulfilled emotionally and thus have to fill the void by convincing myself that if I make myself an adonis someone will love me, ignoring the fact that most of the people I know who have partners are usually utterly out-of-shape and that the root of my problem probably lies in my fundamental unlikability. But dammit, at least I have biceps I can be proud of!