So I’ve started lifting weights… nothing wild—just what’s “recommended for my age.” Supposedly it keeps my muscles from quietly clocking out and filing for retirement. We’ll see.
I actually like it, which feels a little suspicious. I’ve added a few other exercises too, so now I look like someone who has a plan—even if it’s mostly confidence and good intentions.
I’m on week two and still using the same weights. Honestly, it feels like I’m taking a prerequisite class… just making sure I’m strong enough before I enroll in the real deal. š
For now, I lift… carefully, consistently, and with just enough confidence to avoid injuring anything important. Progress is progress.
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