EgnatiosJ’s BodyBlog

Workin eighty six hour weeks, i find it tough to do anything after work. I wont miss another blog. I am looking back at my bodyspace goals and realize that i am almost there. I weigh 172 with 7.3 percent body fat. I am cutting for one more week and then starting my bulking phase. I feel accomplished but know that the final destination is still far. My body is like a work of art, and the mural is just getting ready to paint. The foundation is finally ready. My chest is almost completely healed, and i hope it will be ready by next week. Talking to a client this morning i realized something. There are those who can be dedicated, determined, and hard working and those who cant. This man complained about having to workout, diet, and get up early. I couldnt see living any other way. I am three weeks in and theres no looking back. No metaphors today just the realization of knowing the next fifteen is going to be hell. And i wouldnt have it any other way….

Cursed with the Power; Blessed with the Gift

It is 2am. I have just came back from a 2mile run. The run was a combination of my guilt and restlessness. I worked a 15hour shift today, and because of such I took today as a rest day. Unable to sleep, i felt fat for not exercising and forced myself out of bed and into my under armour. While running i was calmed by the asphalt. Similar to lifting, i knew the pavement was not going to change. My ability to complete my task rested on me. The road did not judge me, it did not critique my lifestyle, or force me into being someone im not. It accepted my pace whatever that may be… This is day one of my eighteen week journey. Upon its conclusion I will be nineteen years old. I currently stand at 5′10 175lbs @ 8% bf. Upon the conclusion of this journey, I hope to be 187lbs @ 6.9%bf. I found it ironic that while running the only color i could see was red. My life is literally alllegorically represented by red street lights. Never wanting to stop, I was forced to run in different directions when the red light remained. Sometimes it would turn green a sign that I was on the right path, other times it remained red. Running to a dead end is very familiar to me, yet I stop. I feel relieved now like I am able to sleep. I have completed day one and will write atleast once a week perhaps more depending on my mood. I am a depressive major, and feel exercise is the ONLY medicine. It is my savior. I am cursed with the power of greed, I will never be satistified by achievements. Yet at the same time i feel blessed with the gift of dedication and motivation. For after putting 400 pounds on my lower trapezius, and squatting my legs down to parallel direction of the ground, I KNOW I CAN ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING….

Cursed with the power; BLESSED with the gift.

-The diary of a lifter-

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