it’s ok!
"It’s ok to be too tired after work to go train. It’s ok to drive by the gas station and pick up a rescue rice krispies treat after a tough day in the cubicle. It’s ok to love cookies so much you eat it daily even though it sabotages your fitness goals. It’s ok to be comfortable with a couple of pounds too many on your frame. It’s ok to choose to drive the kids to football training and miss your own training.
It’s ok to stay at home watching movies instead of hitting the gym. It’s ok to treat yourself to whatever you like. It’s ok to make delicious dishes even though they include all kinds of cheese, cream, sugar, oils, bread.
It’s ok to accept you don’t fit in to the jeans you wore in high school anymore.
It’s ok to get comfortable and loosen up when you get married: why bother now when you have someone, they love you for who you are, right?
It’s ok to say you don’t have a choice when it comes to what you eat. If it’s someone else’s will that you eat that pizza, yeah how can you have any say, right?
It’s ok to be cool with being average. It’s ok to be not that fit so people ask you “you work out?”. It’s ok to be one of those who go to the gym daily but don’t look it if you don’t mind.
It’s ok not to have a desire to be shredded. It’s ok to feel there are more important things in the world than you having a tight body. It’s ok to not care your arms are loosing their shape. it’s ok to blame your genetics and keep eating those afternoon donuts. It’s ok to train just as much as it takes to be healthy, nobody thinks less of you if you don’t train several times a week.
it’s ok not to strive to look like me or any other fitness model/person.
BUT
I want striations in my shoulders. I want to feel like I am stronger than the rest. I want to feel my abs every morning and just feel muscle and no thick fat on top. I want to feel like I could run for hours if I needed to. I like to look like I was meant for war. I want no fat on my hamstrings. I want to be cellulite free all my life. I want to be in charge of what I eat. I want to nourish my body with nutrients that supports it instead of man made shit that clog up my organs. I feel empowered from practicing discipline. Discipline is attractive to ME. I have pride. I have power. I have my drive.
I want my body to reflect what I stand for. I am dedicated. You can count on me. I am meticulous, thorough, organized. I don’t let things just happen to me, I PLAN them. To achieve and maintain what I have takes intelligence, smarts, strategic planning and thinking. A lean, ripped body starts with a sharp mind. You ever see a fool with a body of steal?
My pursuit has conditioned my mind. I build strength and mental toughness day in and day out. I want it, I desire it, I thrive on it.
I LIKE TO feel like nobody can put me down. I LIKE feeling invincible. I refuse to look at others and feel I wish I had what they had. it never happens anymore. I got myself, I got something nobody can take from me. No money in the world can buy what I have.
I am extreme. I do more than most. And I don’t suffer from it: it’s my passion. I’m not doing this for anyone else, I’m not doing this to be average or to be healthily moderate. I don’t like moderation, I want perfection, I want superiority. I want to be my own elite force. I want to be the best I can be and then some more I never thought I could be. I won’t settle. Life is too short. I am stressed as it is to get done all I want to get done.
Whatever you like, your days never come back so live them the way YOU want. That’s the purpose of my life anyway. "
fighter diet
"It’s ok to be too tired after work to go train. It’s ok to drive by the gas station and pick up a rescue rice krispies treat after a tough day in the cubicle. It’s ok to love cookies so much you eat it daily even though it sabotages your fitness goals. It’s ok to be comfortable with a couple of pounds too many on your frame. It’s ok to choose to drive the kids to football training and miss your own training.
It’s ok to stay at home watching movies instead of hitting the gym. It’s ok to treat yourself to whatever you like. It’s ok to make delicious dishes even though they include all kinds of cheese, cream, sugar, oils, bread.
It’s ok to accept you don’t fit in to the jeans you wore in high school anymore.
It’s ok to get comfortable and loosen up when you get married: why bother now when you have someone, they love you for who you are, right?
It’s ok to say you don’t have a choice when it comes to what you eat. If it’s someone else’s will that you eat that pizza, yeah how can you have any say, right?
It’s ok to be cool with being average. It’s ok to be not that fit so people ask you “you work out?”. It’s ok to be one of those who go to the gym daily but don’t look it if you don’t mind.
It’s ok not to have a desire to be shredded. It’s ok to feel there are more important things in the world than you having a tight body. It’s ok to not care your arms are loosing their shape. it’s ok to blame your genetics and keep eating those afternoon donuts. It’s ok to train just as much as it takes to be healthy, nobody thinks less of you if you don’t train several times a week.
it’s ok not to strive to look like me or any other fitness model/person.
BUT
I want striations in my shoulders. I want to feel like I am stronger than the rest. I want to feel my abs every morning and just feel muscle and no thick fat on top. I want to feel like I could run for hours if I needed to. I like to look like I was meant for war. I want no fat on my hamstrings. I want to be cellulite free all my life. I want to be in charge of what I eat. I want to nourish my body with nutrients that supports it instead of man made shit that clog up my organs. I feel empowered from practicing discipline. Discipline is attractive to ME. I have pride. I have power. I have my drive.
I want my body to reflect what I stand for. I am dedicated. You can count on me. I am meticulous, thorough, organized. I don’t let things just happen to me, I PLAN them. To achieve and maintain what I have takes intelligence, smarts, strategic planning and thinking. A lean, ripped body starts with a sharp mind. You ever see a fool with a body of steal?
My pursuit has conditioned my mind. I build strength and mental toughness day in and day out. I want it, I desire it, I thrive on it.
I LIKE TO feel like nobody can put me down. I LIKE feeling invincible. I refuse to look at others and feel I wish I had what they had. it never happens anymore. I got myself, I got something nobody can take from me. No money in the world can buy what I have.
I am extreme. I do more than most. And I don’t suffer from it: it’s my passion. I’m not doing this for anyone else, I’m not doing this to be average or to be healthily moderate. I don’t like moderation, I want perfection, I want superiority. I want to be my own elite force. I want to be the best I can be and then some more I never thought I could be. I won’t settle. Life is too short. I am stressed as it is to get done all I want to get done.
Whatever you like, your days never come back so live them the way YOU want. That’s the purpose of my life anyway. "
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