Things are never straight forward. I keep getting things thrown my way. My gym phohibits too many things. No headphones while training. No pies at the free weight section. Cant use the weighted belt.No eating in its premises.What the fuck..
To roy and ray. If you're reading this i wish you all the best in the upcoming musclewar competition. You might think differently of me right now but that would be the least of my worries. There's too much to be done.I'm too far from being a satisfied person.
Im getting all excited over the upcoming competition. I've gotten my meals for the day all planned out. Got my wardrobe all planned out too. Oversized jersey with an oversized track pants. Im hoping that being there would fire up my workouts for months. Im learning as much as i can about precontest training and diet. My time to shine will come soon and i know it.
Lately, ive somehow lost interest in relationships. After the last one, I realised the sheer commitment and dedication needed to make it work.It scares me to the point i negate any motives. Nothing comes across a man and his dreams.
The saying goes that behind every successful man is a woman? Perhaps im not successful yet. But if i had to be someone it would be my mum. She makes sure i get ample protein in every meal. She makes sure my stocks are valid. That i control my spending. Damn she even gets me up and going for gym and cooks one or two meals in a day. What more could i ask?
The stage lights show them all. Show me what you've got.
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