Becoming ever-so-swoll

I’ve worked out twice.

I know what you’re thinking: “You’ve worked out twice?? You call that swoll?? I’m in the gym every day burning fat and taking names and you wanna tell me you’re swoll??”

Oh, a definition may be in order:

swoll: adjective: slang–strong, buff, athletic, muscular, hyper-masculine flavor of attractive, often used ironically among effeminate men such as myself

So anyway, I’ve worked out twice and I certainly don’t look different but I FEEL different. This isn’t just an emotional change, either. If you squeeze by bicep and feel where the bicep meets the [other muscle group] in my arm there’s like some definition there. You may not believe me but I invite you to coax me (I can get shy about my body builder status) to flex for you sometime and you can feel it!

I like how I said “you can feel it” like it’s a treat or something.

This is the wonder of my body + weights. I notice a difference pretty much right away. I’m sure others feel that way too, but it always surprises me. I still got a gut and love handles and a healthy butt, but the muscle-making process is already going very well. It is so encouraging!

I’ve also lost about .5 pounds. It’s not much, but this may be the first time in months (years?) where I’ve seen the number go down from the last time I weighed myself instead of up. And #180to180 is pretty important to me, but it’s the first 180 I care about more, probably, and that’s the turning my life 180 degrees around part.

I still eat pie. I had biscuits and gravy twice in 12 hours. I’m not some kind of spectacular beacon of health and wellness. But I feel like a more authentic approach at my own speed is way better anyway? Don’t ya think?

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