PenteKing’s BodyBlog

I blasted my chest and triceps today, and am feeling totally depleted right now, but am also feeling elated in that smug, ‘can’t-top-this-feeling’ way that happens when I know I’ve pushed the envelope a little bit more. I haven’t taken body measurements in two months, and I’m tempted to do it, but I promised myself that I would give my body a full twelve weeks to make some progress. My hands and eyes feel the change, but the sternest and harshest critics are the measuring tape and the skin fold calipers. Those two devices are the ultimate judge and jury, and their verdict is final and cannot be appealed. I’ve either made the progress or I haven’t. I’ve either worked my ass off, or I haven’t. It’s like Yoda said in "The Empire Strikes Back". He said, "There is no try. There is only do or not do."

I think I’ve done. Time will tell if my thinking is in line with reality. I hope it is, because that kind of disappointment should only be reserved for those times when the woman of your dreams breaks your heart. 

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