I never got any “good feelings” from my healthy times. Working out was tiring and a chore. No matter how I worked out, with whom, where, for how long… No “workout buzz”
I got down to a 7 minute mile. Not amazing or difficult by any stretch, but not one getting there did I ever experience “the runner’s high”
Eating well gave me slightly more energy, but not enough to justify the extra cost and time to prepare.
I literally am not capable of “good sleep” without medication, and I can’t even afford the medications anymore.
I’ll just keep eating whatever I want, only exercising when someone asks me to, and trying to get as much sleep as possible before the sun rises until I hit my (definitely early) grave.