I've never been 100% comfortable with my body. That's what I want. I love to lift weights, I love being strong and getting stronger, and I like having a body that I can depend on when I need it.
I want to find my inner athlete. I want to be able to take my shirt off and be proud of my body. I want to have disciple. I want to keep promises to myself. I want to develop the will to do what a lot of people don't think I can do, and what (sadly) many people that I know don't want me to do. I want to be a lean, strong, and powerful. I want to be a beast. Is that too much to ask for? Not if you're willing to work for it. And I am.
20 lbs in 13 weeks is doable, and that's just the start. After I meet that goal, on my 30th birthday, I'm going to start working out at an MMA gym nearby my house. Then we'll re-evaluate my goals and see what's what. For now, 20 lbs in 13 weeks is what I'm focusing on.
I'm sore and tired today. Makes sense, since I had a pretty busy week and I lifted like whoa. I'm going to take a day off from working out and get me a bacon cheeseburger and call it a cheat day. Tomorrow: legs.
