🏋️‍♀️ I don’t work out. I participate in extreme body motivational activities 😂😂

Let’s be honest — “working out” sounds way too serious.

It’s like a second job, but with more sweat and fewer coffee breaks.

So no, I don’t work out.

I participate in extreme body motivational activities —

a sophisticated ritual that involves convincing my brain that my body actually enjoys this. 😂

It starts with the warm-up:

me, pretending that stretching is a spiritual experience.

Then comes the cardio phase, also known as “trying not to look like I’m dying.”

Weights? Oh, that’s where I have philosophical conversations with myself like:

“Why am I doing this?” and “Who even invented squats?”

But here’s the magic part — somewhere between the sweat, the eye-rolls, and the playlist that suddenly feels too slow, something changes.

You start feeling alive.

You start liking the burn.

You start realizing this isn’t punishment — it’s power in progress.

Because fitness isn’t about abs or reps or perfect leggings.

It’s about doing something that makes you feel unstoppable — even if your ponytail disagrees.

So yes, call it whatever you want.

Workout. Training. Therapy.

For me, it’s extreme body motivation —

because nothing is more motivating than proving yourself wrong, one set at a time.

Silvia 😜