"A testosterone feeding drone. Multiplying, multiplying hungry clones. Those who refuse to grow we leave behind. Bulking to get a huge solid foundation, then the chiseling will be enforced. ONLY after the rock is big enough."
To get stacked with my new personal trainer and even tho I'm just workin with him to achieve my fitness goal, the agony in my body tells me he's aiming to create the master race. Save me Sexy Jesus!
Resolved to act my age, and not say 'woot' at risk of being thought frightening... like the auburn-dyed hair you see sticking out from beneath some old codgers' backwards baseball caps. CRINGE!
Growing up I was always the chubby kid who was best friends with all the girls but couldnt get one for myself. ive dedicated myself to changing that. My goal is to achieve confidence in myself.
Ready to take on the storm. Six months to go. Getting more sleep. Paying off the credit card debt. Gaining muscle and working on that cardiovascular fitness.
