Yesterday marks the 2nd day of my renewed commitment to workout. And as expected everything is achy, my chest, triceps, biceps, the muscles in my back, all felt a bit sore. But I don't mind, I mean, that is the unwritten rule of the gym. It will make you strong and you'll stay that way if you're committed. However, if you stopped for a fairly long time, it is going to humble you, by reducing you back to your strength level when you first started.

I stepped on the weighing scale and although I have expected to be heavier, surprisingly I actually became 9 pounds lighter, pegging my current weight at 140 pounds. I have been, in the gym, off the gym, on again, and then off again, way too long. My goal is not to become a hulk but to be aesthetically muscular, and so far just when I am on my way towards the achievement of this goal, something gets in the way preventing me from achieving it.

But now at 40 years old, I know I have to at least get the shape I always wanted. I mean, I am running out of time to prove anything, I may have failed in terms of having a family of my own or a fortune worth bragging about but perhaps I can at least a fitness level that would be the envy of some. So that in the not so distant future, should I ever turn old and grey, I could at least look back at it and say "I may have failed many things in life, but I did ace my goal in the gym!"