I feel your pain man...

You do the work

You show up, day in and day out

You give your absolute best that's within your physical limits

You're training for hours and hours, you're lifting nonstop

You sacrifice so much

While using your most valuable resource, time, with hopes of a slight return on your investment

To finally get rid of that saggy belly of yours, or the spaghetti arms...

Fuck, you even skip the indoor olympics with your wife (just joking, nobody misses that one)

BUT...

NADA

Zero Results

You still have a big ass bowling bowl inside your stomach, that you still have to camouflage with an oversized T-shirt by the pool

And then the doubt kicks in...

And you start telling yourself:

*Fuck, the fitness gods didn't grant me the fitness gene*

While the dream of the "beach body" that you've always wanted deep inside of you (that all the neighbors would be secretly jealous of, even the hot divorced mom at your local bank that's secretly flirting with you), slowly fades away, and disappears into the abyss

And once that happens,

You meet the demons of depression, anger, jealousy

And then that low confidence creeps in

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

While reading this, you might be asking yourself:

"Why are you saying this to me"

Because I used to be just like YOU