Iron pumped

One lap around the weight room with my coworker today. I started keeping track of my weight/reps, so I can see if I’m improving. I can also write down the settings for the machines, so there should be less fiddling and adjusting. Coworker (I think I will call him J from here on out) and I just do our own things now; there is zero chit chat and I think soon I will be used to that (the silence still feels socially awkward to me now).

I stumbled across this graphic a while ago and it really sums up how I feel right now:


“I don’t exercise and eat a balanced diet to discipline myself for your viewing pleasure. I do it to get stronger so it hurts more when I punch you in the skull for spewing your body-policing fatphobic bullshit.”

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