I've been thinking for a while about whether it would appropriate to post this or not, because I don't exactly consider it to be a success story. A success is when you accomplish a goal, and my goal has changed, with progress. We are all WIPs, our bodies will forever change. Social anxiety and bipolar disorder don't go…
One day as I went down to Cork by the sea The sun it was hot and the day it was warm, Says I a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm I went in and I called for a bottle of stout Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good. Oh…
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It seems it doesn't matter how fat or skinny or ripped I am, if my outfit fits well or not, if I know where all the machines are and what they do. If I lift with good form or whatever heavy weight. If I have a six pack or a belly: my gym anxiety and the feeling of intimidation is always there. What if's are always there.…
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