Rarely do I feel like a badass.

Most of the time I’m awkward and self-conscious.

I want to experience what it feels like to have a hard muscular body because I’ve always been enamored with strong muscular bodies. 

I’m keeping a journal about it because I want a record of the process in case I ever want to reference it. And because I think journals are super interesting! 

If it inspires or helps someone then, great! But, it’s mostly for me.

I love reading old posts on this blog. I love looking at photos I took years ago and remembering how I felt when I took them. 
Maybe, (if and/or when) either of my kids read parts (or all) of this blog, they’ll find it interesting. Maybe they’ll get to know me better. Maybe they’ll feel sorry for me. Maybe they’ll think I was a nut!

I would love to have a record, like this, about my parents. I would love to know what my mother and/or father were thinking about or how they were feeling on January 11th, 1977. 

I hope it was a good day for them! 

I grapple a lot with feeling like a braggart when it comes to publicly sharing this journey, journal, and blog. 

But, twenty years from now if I’m still around, I think I’ll be glad I did. And, if I’m not around, maybe my kids, Ben, or even a stranger will be glad I did.