“What’s your excuse” is mostly meant to be an inspirational statement. I’ve seen several of these kinds of pictures make the rounds on Twitter, Facebook, etc.
One I remember was of a veteran who was burned over most of his body when an IED set the vehicle on fire. He was doing some kind of long-distance run. The picture deliberately focused the worst of his burns, and showed him on a road in the middle of nowhere.
Another was a guy in his 80s weight training. He was shirtless and looked like 30–40 from the neck down.
Yet another showed a group of guys — probably somewhere in Africa, judging from the reddish arid landscape — using barbells made from tree branches and carved rocks.
The implication is: these people train when they’re facing obstacles greater than anything the average person will. So if they can do it, what’s your excuse?
You can make all kinds of excuses, but the only valid one is that fitness is not a priority for you. If you accept and acknowledge that, then you should not be outraged by a statement like this. The outrage is displaced self-recrimination.
I was a high school athlete who got fat in his mid-20s from a combination of an accidental injury (not training related; I was a budding coach potato at the time) depression, related laziness, and eating too much of the wrong kind of food. I gained close to 40 pounds over the course of just a few years and was well on the way to being a serious fat-ass.
I had my epiphany / crisis at about age 30 and started the process of getting back into some semblance of shape. It is a process. It takes time. It does not take an enormous commitment, it just takes consistency.
I’m pushing 40. I am lucky if I can get 2–3 sessions for a real workout in a week. I work minimum 50 hour weeks, mandatory “short” Saturdays, and sometimes without any weekend at all (I’ve got another 13 day week this week). I live in Japan where gyms don’t open until 10:00 and shut at 22:00, and most people don’t even get off work until after 19:00. I’ve got a wife and a kid, too.
I make time to work out. It doesn’t take hours and hours; most of my workouts are done in an hour, including warm up and stretching. Long ones might push to an hour and a half if I include some skill work pre- or post-workout. So I spend maybe 6 hours a week working out, whenever I can shoehorn in time between work and home, or in the evenings, or lunch breaks, or whatever.
I’d often like to do more, but I can’t without sacrificing something else that I value. Sometimes, working out takes a back seat to spending time with my wife and son, but sometimes it’s something trivial. I read, watch movies, or play video games occasionally. If I didn’t have a job that required ridiculous (and often pointless) hours, I’d be able to do all of the things I like and value, and still have time to work out every day if I wanted to. But I don’t, so I do the best I can.
My priorities include not being fat and unhealthy ever again. I take the necessary amount of time to work on that. I balance other commitments and leisure activities. If your priorities don’t include time for health and fitness, then they don’t. But you have to acknowledge and accept that that is a choice you are making, and not give excuses for why you won’t commit to maintaining your body.