I’ve been in a bit of a funk the last week. I’d guess working out would help me, but when I’m like this, I really don’t want to go to the gym. Not energy level wise, but anxiety level wise. “I’ll do things wrong and will be corrected” (btw, wtf? that’s good right? they’re nice people, giving advise in a very friendly manner). “I’m fat and unfit and people will look at me” (uhmmm, no, no they won’t. and being fat is not a fucking crime.)
And then I realized what the problem this week was. As exemplified in these two images:
(Although, to be fair, the second one is also me lots of other times.)
AND HOW DID WOMEN DEAL WITH THIS WHEN THEY DIDN’T HAVE APPS TELLING THEM IT WAS COMING? SERIOUSLY?
I went to the new gym! I’ve officially restarted Stronglifts (through Daily Strength) since it matches my gym’s beginner’s plan. And I snapped a picture (with a lot of floor?) while waiting for the next bench press set:
Can I also talk about how much I enjoy that they prioritize safety and really tell people that they SHOULD use those straps/bars when they lift?