
I allowed things to stand in my way. No more. I'm owning my past while reaching for my future. I blog about my coalescing identity, how it’s been contorted by trauma and reforged by my will. http://owningitlog.wordpress.com
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Working on an art project

Time for a pic this Friday @m0tiv8me. I’ve been hammering my legs this program. Deep satisfying sore!
I had my first posing lesson. There is so much to learn! The best part about starting something new is can can only get better!

Back day! Had to try and flex it. While working out today I kept thinking how thick @m0tiv8me is...goals!

“Yes, I do dare” https://wp.me/p838vG-nI
My quest!
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...My male facade was the mask of an imposter... https://wp.me/s838vG-anchor
Goal (Practical)
A lean, well balanced, yet exaggerated muscularity.
Goal (Abstract):
I want to manifest beauty, exude muscular grace. I strive to embody a notion of the ideal.

I enjoy noticing the small changes. Though not much, they keep me working harder. Maybe one day I ‘ll have something close to @m0tiv8me back...chasing that rabbit!

I’m on a quest to surprise myself. Just a few weeks ago I didn’t think I could do a headstand, let alone without the wall. But today I did, repeatedly. Ha, without falling over, I’m not sure when it’s over.

…there is a poetic muse in a muscular physique. But it rambles in half sentences, breaths from a magic garden I can see only in glimpses…
Submitting to the Muse a short post about inspiration, beauty and goals

Don’t loose sight of your dreams. Stay focused against obstacles and you’ll do fine at the Thanksgiving feast.

When I started training one of the hardest tasks was the initial Visual Assessment. It was simple, take photographs of myself front, back, left and right. Dutifully I did it early one morning, cropped my head off and sent it off.
That was 3 years ago today. Sure I see a lot of difference in my body. But it is what I feel that is more important.
I no longer hate my body. Infact I’ve come to like it. I don’t think that freedom is as tied into results as it may seem.
I always yearned to step into the weight room. The struggle isn’t only with the plates. I’ve dumped a lot of baggage and grown. I’ve developed a greater connection to my body, identity and goals. I will be forever grateful to my friend who encouraged me to hire the trainer I did.
We’ve laid a good foundation and I know I am ready to pack some muscle on.

Floating Hard
...Our dance was simply sour, our feet to heavy to ever match...
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