I’ve written a lot about being fit lately, and one of my friends chidingly shared with me an article which discusses being "swole for no reason.” “Swole,” if you don’t know, is slang for being jacked, which is slang for being buff. The author, a writer, recounts his experience trying to get swole. After failing to achieve swoleness, the writer experiences "the delusion of getting out of shape as a form of martyrdom.” Writers don’t need to be swole. Wouldn’t it be silly for him to go out and get fit? How shameful it would be if he was swole for no reason.
From the perspective of evolutionary history, there’s a whole host of reasons for being swole, or for at least exercising frequently; even if you’re one of the intellectual martyrs who doesn’t care about how looking fit because only the inner-mind is beautiful or whatever. We evolved to use our bodies, and our bodies evolved to require use. Without activity to challenge our physical structure, humans become susceptible to debilitating diseases.