You know that moment when the jeans finally slide up without a fight? Or when the mirror stops being your enemy and starts becoming your biggest fan?
Yeah. That’s when it happens. The addiction kicks in!!!
At first, working out feels like torture. Every squat is a negotiation, every plank a personal vendetta.
You swear you’ll never do it again… and then—boom—you catch your reflection, you see a muscle peeking out where before c’era solo caos, and suddenly: you’re hooked.
It’s not just about the body. It’s the energy, the fire in your eyes, the fact that you walk into a room and people notice—not your outfit, not your makeup, but that unstoppable vibe that screams
“I’ve been putting in the work.”
And here’s the sarcastic truth:
People will ask if it’s a filter.
They’ll assume it’s genetics.
They’ll tell you “lucky you.”
No, honey. Lucky is winning the lottery.
This is sweat, discipline, and the refusal to give up when Netflix was calling louder than the treadmill.
The funny part? The more results you see, the less you want to stop.
It’s like collecting victories, one rep at a time. And trust me: the taste of progress beats the taste of pizza… at least for a few hours.
So go on. Start. Struggle. Sweat.
Because once the results show up, quitting won’t even be on the menu anymore.
Silvia 👊
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