I’m on the second half right now. (Mostly.)

jepatterson:

Henry Rollins wonderful essay about strength and strength training for Details magazine (1994)

I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

I’m so thankful I read this.

THIS. This is what I want to look like. (Although keeping my giant boobs, please.) Low body fat, strong, and fierce.

On that note, I’m finishing my sleeve outline tomorrow. It’ so surreal.

(Source: natesfitspo)

This is exactly how I feel about weight loss / fitness every time I hit a new milestone.

fitnerd:

beccasfitlife:

I really, really hope to be this beautifully talented and flexible some day. 

I need to start doing more yoga.

No wonder I go to the gym every day—this is the sort of amazing stuff that’s always in my dash.

(Source: secondblooms)

:3

Buying myself a lil’ present to start 2012 off right.

This will be the year I reach my UGW, rescue my first dog (not counting the family dogs we always had growing up), really establish myself as a mural painter and deepen my commitment to the international movement of Egypt, Wisconsin, Wall Street and every street.

I want to fucking cry right now. Every time I reflect. I love my life so much getting up every day is a gift.

I think about this constantly (not an ex or anything - just various people I used to be close with) because this actually happened once recently.

Since I’d last saw her (someone I used to care a lot about but had a nasty fight with) I’d lost 25lbs, totally changed my hair, started a sleeve and for once wasn’t dressed in painty studio clothes.

Jaw. Dropped. Then a big awkward smile.

It was the best feeling in the world.

And then I got to pretend like nothing was different and I didn’t notice the stupid look on her face. YES.