Last week, I started formally working out again.
It’s been long enough that I don’t remember when exactly it was that I stopped.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t gotten any exercise. I have. I’ve always been a walker. It’s one of my favorite activities, exploring the neighborhood, seeing what’s going on. » Read more
Reading your experiences and understanding I’m not a shrew for wanting communication and some details beforehand and he’s not a whoredog for wanting to play with every new woman he meets has seriously helped us both.
I got this letter a while ago, and it remains one of my favorites. » Read more
“I’m gonna train this son-of-a-bitch lizard brain to not take it personally when I’m rejected. From anything. Into the fire over and over until I stop feeling the burn. I might end up as Godzilla, and I’m perfectly cool with that,” I resolve angrily.
“What?” I ask. » Read more
It’s a funny thing, and something that’s so easy to forget, no matter how many times I explicitly remind myself… getting up and exerting myself, even if it’s just to do some chores, calisthenics, and Pokemon Go? Gives me so much energy.
Definitely counterintuitive because your body lies to you. “Siiiiit,” it whispers. » Read more
If you want results, go to the gym with a sadist.
“Awww, whatsa matter? You can do more reps than that.”
“I… hate… you…”
“Oh? What’s that you say? Five more pounds?”
He corrects my form, » Read more