I spent an entire day at the gym trying to get back in shape, but this was a completely different kind of workout.
I spent a whole day at a gym trying, and failing, to get in shape again.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way I look.
I can’t remember the last time I even tried to do something like this.
I couldn’t tell you what I looked like the previous night.
I just remember how my arms looked and the way my shoulders and chest felt.
I tried not to think about the weight and the distance between my fingers and toes.
I was still feeling out of shape.
I knew that I could do this workout, but I couldn.
I could barely walk.
I had to take a nap in the middle of the gym for a couple of hours.
The workout itself took about an hour.
I had my back straight and my arms straight.
I was trying to push myself up, down, across my legs.
I felt like I could bend over and over and do it all over again.
I wanted to do it.
It was all I could think about.
When the workout ended, I didn’t know if I’d made it, but by the end of the workout I was determined to make it.
I didn’t want to just put my body through the motions again.
It felt so wrong to just be there.
I still felt out of it.
I would never do that again.
The first time I did it, I got to a point where I felt my entire body ache and ache inside.
I remember thinking, “How can I ever put on weight again?”
And it wasn’t just the weight that I was hurting.
My whole body ached.
I’m sure my shoulders ached, my arms ached—everything was hurting me.
I needed to get stronger, but the weight wasn’t helping.
It just made me feel worse and worse.
I think about that workout in the mornings.
I think about how bad I felt when I woke up the next morning, the way the pain was.
And I think, “What’s going on here?”
It took me a while to realize that I wasn’t getting stronger.
I never thought I was strong enough.
It took me longer than I thought to realize this.
After a while, I had a plan for the workout.
I knew I’d probably have to stop it again if I wanted a change.
But I’d do it if it made me stronger, or I could put it off until later.
And that’s when I realized I needed some help.
What I had planned was the ‘crazy cardio workout.’
I didn’s crazy cardio workout.
I tried to put the weight on, and the workout went really well.
I could do it again.
That’s when it hit me that the workouts were getting out of control.
I realized that I needed help.
I decided to take some time off and look for a better way to get strong.
The next thing I know, I’m at the top of the world.
After getting off the couch, I began running the same treadmill, doing pushups and dips, and I was running faster.
I didn, however, noticed any changes in my appearance.
I also noticed that my muscles had gotten stronger.
The next morning I woke with a start.
I’d never been stronger, and it felt really good.
My muscles felt stronger.
My shoulders felt stronger, my chest felt stronger—all the things I’d been looking for.
I’d finally made it!
I knew I could definitely put the bar on the bar.
But the next day, I was in a very bad mood.
I went out for breakfast, and while I was eating I noticed that I had lost a few pounds.
I lost weight, but not enough to justify losing the weight.
I wasn, however.
My abs had gotten bigger.
And my belly was growing.
I noticed this in my back too.
I got dressed and headed home to a workout.
It had been a long day and I didn