I hadn’t read this until yesterday (when I sent it to CTG), but I think it’s fairly obvious that it resonates with my mental stance vis a vis this whole fitness thing.
I’m fucking pissed off with myself that I ate a couple slices of pizza last night instead of staying more closely on-program for VD3. It’s pretty much all I can do to keep myself away from the gym on my lunch hour today as a combination of penance and “fuck you, calories.”
Yeah, I put up some pretty good numbers yesterday. So fucking what? I want to put up better ones tomorrow.