Please Keep Trying!

That’s not sarcasm up there in the title; I’m glad I gained two pounds. The reason I’m ecstatic about my weight gain is because the weight gain is from muscle, which means I just lost seven pounds over the course of a year. How do I know the gain is muscle and not lard? Good question. One look in the mirror answers that one.

I’m now the proud owner of a delightful set of starter guns, i.e. biceps. The other day I was brushing my hair and noticed how big my arms looked. At first I thought, crap! I’m getting fat! On closer inspection, my biceps are really starting to bulk up. I was already lifting to gain muscle before the free weights, but I wasn’t achieving what I wanted in the time-frame I’d set for myself. By tracking my progress via chart, I noted I began lifting with 8 pound dumb bells on January 21. As of today I’m up to 12 pounds. That’s one month. Damn I’m proud!

The only crappy thing about gaining pounds in the way of muscle mass is how the scale taunts me with it. A pound is a pound, it says, and you gained two! Bastard scale, not gonna tell me I’m fat. I’ll crack it in two if it sasses me again, and I’ve got the muscles to do it!