I'm torn on the whole thing. I hate going into my gym and seeing a new member there thats hefty/fat and they are just DRENCHED in sweat. Like, I know thats "healthy". Theyre curating their willpower and discipline. Starting their cycle of muscle gain, etc. But they'll be on shit like the stairs for an HOUR+ and Im just over there thinking how they dont even have to do that awful shit for anywhere near that long.
But I also put myself in their place and think back to when I was fat. I stress eat and I'm probably eating more than I need to right now in my life because Im going through some stressful shit. But, when I was going through my achey breaky heart phase - I was in the gym, wearing myself out to the point of exhaustion... going home, and instead of eating a proper diet or even taking a shower at times, I'd just fall over into bed and get up and do it all again the next day. Yes, it was a severe calorie deficit that brought my weight down. But it was the exhaustion, keeping my mind preoccupied, that was the driving force behind my calorie deficit.
Sitting at home or at the office thinking Im just going to count calories just wouldnt have worked. My mind would have literally drove me insane trying to fill the void that I felt with food. So.. in a way, the gym, for me anyways - was still the reason I lost my weight.