Beefcake!!!

Just finished a 40 minute exercise programme. Who'd have thunk it? Me of all people. The time consuming stretching, the burning (yet satisfying) limbs. My shoulders are killing me, but that's a good thing. It means they're finally doing something other than keeping my arms where they should be.

I'm already noticing the effects. I caught myself in the mirror just before, and for the first time in a very long time, I was pleased with what I saw. I probably shouldn't admit that I stood in front of that mirror for longer than I should have. I probably shouldn't admit that I couldn't stop staring. But hell, why not? Admittedly, it's probably me whole be the only one to notice, but that's what this is all about. Building up my self confidence in the one way that I've never been able to try, through improving the preconceptions I have about my body. It doesn't have to be weak and weedy. And neither does my self confidence. Hell, I was rejected for promotion (again) this week (although I did get through the paper sift this time, wooo), but I couldn't really give a damn, because I'm beginning to like myself (that and I want the managers job more).

Hmmmm, I think I've become an adrenaline junky :-/