Warning: Many [TW] in this post.
So today I unfortunately revisited some old memories I had thought were forgotten. A user, in my community on reddit.com posted this link. This was the day SAEH and the Swole Acceptance movement was born. I kept it to myself for a long, long time.
Too many terrible memories... The time I flew cross country and my shoulders were smashed in on each side because they were "too big" for the confines of my seat. The time an old roommate lectured me for drinking raw eggs. Called me a meat head, said I was stupid and I was endangering my own life. The time I went to Outback Steakhouse and ordered an extra porterhouse which caused a look from our waitress like I was some disgusting blob of muscle.
The time I was waiting in line at the supermarket and a middle aged woman squeezed my arm.
All the times I was cat called walking down the street.
All the times I had to buy new clothes because they either shrank in the wash or I out grew them.
So many dollars and tears wasted on being swole.
Enough of this pity party. I love myself, I LOVE my swole, and I LOVE being swole. Nothing is more enjoyable than going to the gym, lifting some heavy weights, then retiring back to my house and devouring a six egg omelet, a protein shake, and maybe a half gallon of whole milk.
Being swole is beautiful. I am beautiful.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012: Swole-Log
Did some bench work, got 215x10 followed up by some light rows and other back work.