Day 1

So i will post up pictures soon but i'm about to head to the gym for chest day so ill leave an inspirational speech first.

"If things went all medieval and you had to fight a fit guy like me over your girl, I'd ravage your ass and take her. You okay with that?

When you girl is out with her friends she's checking me out because I've worked to improve my appearance and it shows. You okay with that?

You think you're safe out here in the world? You think it's okay to be this unfit, lazy little monger? You know you're not safe in your education, I'm sure. Every day you go above and beyond to make sure that the cutthroat guillotine of student competition doesn't mutilate you into an unrecognizable, uneducated piece of shit. Why do you think it's different with your fitness?

How'd you get where you are? People look at you and laugh. People use you as a benchmark to change there own habits. You okay with that?

Let's get it popping kid. No relapses. It's kill or be killed out here; it always has been. Sure, we changed the rules a little and added our own little trifling sense of justice and morality. But nothing's really changed.

Don't be one of these assholes making pathetic reoccurring attempts to change their lifestyle. Don't whine about it. You've got self-discipline and nothing else in this life. You've got one try; to fail once is to fail every time. In six months, you're either going to be a pathetic, guilt ridden failure, or a fucking tribute to human will. Your bitch of an ex will make comments like "I can't believe it...." That girl you like, will get nervous about how much you can accomplish just by setting your mind to it and will start trying to be good enough for you. Assholes who taunted you will have nothing... nothing... to say. You did something they either simply couldn't even begin to do, or tried and failed miserably.

And then when my girl is out with her friends. She'll be checking you out, motherfucker. Let's do this"