Who wants to be a ripped goddess? I do, which is why for two weeks now, I have faithfully visited the gym, read articles about strength training, changed my diet and bought a bunch of workout clothes. I have even forced myself to become more sociable, so that my fellow gym goers can teach me proper weight lifting form.
I intend for fitness to be a habit, a lifestyle, as opposed to one-off activities that leave me cursing the day I was born. The goal is for my muscle to develop enough to make me double take every time I pass by a reflective surface + general body strength.
It has been interesting, peoples’ reactions to my ambitions.
My cousin gave me a look that was half pity, half snarl and said, “I hope this phase will pass.”
My friends cheered me on, obviously, because I don’t make friends with…
View original post 693 more words