I Don’t Train for a Body — I Train So I Don’t Lose My Shit A Fitness Report Written By Absolute Chaos… Let’s be honest. Some people work out for aesthetics. Some people work out for health. Some people work out for discipline. I work out because if I don’t, I will absolutely snap at the wrong person for the wrong reason. The gym isn’t a glow-up for me. It’s containment. Rage (already pacing): “Working out is cheaper than bail.” Which she is certainly not wrong, depending on the way you go about it. Fitness Looks Different
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Training Through the Chaos — How I Build Strength Even on Broken Days Some days my body feels like it was assembled in the dark with the wrong tools, every screen is stripped, or I’m held together by duct tape. Hips tight. Knees snapping. Back talking shit. The list goes on and on, some days I wake and feel like I was hit by a big rig flying down the freeway, everything hurts. And then there is Rage, that loudmouth firecracker inside me, is pacing in the back of my head yelling: “Get up. Move.We don’t quit, bitch! We ain’t
Strength Is a Story — and I’m Rewriting Mine A Dual Post With Rage and One Bad Maa. Strength isn’t a number. It isn’t a PR, a rep count, a body type, or some screenshot of progress frozen in time. Strength is a story, one you rewrite every damn day, whether you realize it or not. Some chapters start loud. Some start broken and seem to never have an ending. Some start with you sitting in your truck, or on your Harley, staring at the gym door like it’s the entrance to hell. And some start with Rage kicking