I lift weights because I have no personality to speak of, and know that any success I have in this world will be based almost entirely on my physical appearance. Im intelligent and witty, but in a stilted and formal (nerdy) way. People rarely laugh at my jokes, though I find them hilarious. I dont make small talk or socialize naturally, and usually come across a caveman due to my overly deep, monotonous and incoherent speech. I rarely have anything interesting to contribute to group discussions. I have little pride or work ethic (not to say im lazy or have low self esteem), am not passionate about anything, and think most conversations I could engage in are pointless, and most arguments futile. People much smarter than me have been debating the same issues since the beginning of time and never reached a conclusion, as there is no definitive conclusion. Seemingly everyone is convinced they will find 'the answer', or see God, or are destined for great things, though statistics are heavily favoured against you, as in several hundred thousand (or more) to 1. Psychology studies have proven many times that most 'normal' people are thoroughly irrational and deluded.* Enter the theory of depressive realism.
People like me fare poorly in social situations, and often end up in a mental hospital, jail, broke, or dead from self-inflicted injuries. Ive come to the conclusion that becoming a hunk is the best way to avoid this fate.
Im now 170lbs from a scrawny 140, hopefully at 200lbs I can be my boring, bleak self and *gasp* maybe even get a girlfriend based solely on my physical appearance.
Anyway im rambling, sorry to damper everyone's spirits.
* example: people were surveyed anonymously to rate their physical attractiveness. Roughly 95% thought they were average or above average looking. Consider how many guys on this forum post about their good looks.