Chapter 2
After a month of my routine, I was feeling better, both physically and mentally. I even looked forward to workouts with Luke. We’d often go for coffee or snacks afterward. Logically I knew I shouldn’t expect huge changes after only a month. Emotionally I felt I should carry my physique like an Adonis. Before dressing, I scrutinized myself in the mirror. Dammit, thirty days busting my butt and I looked no different. What was the point of continuing this charade if I wasn’t getting anywhere? I shook my head. Listen to yourself, asshole. Only a few minutes ago you were thinking about how much better things were. Now you’re whining that you don’t see physical results.
I dressed and decided it was time to do Christmas shopping. For the last year, I only sent money transfers to the k
