A lot of you seem to be under the impression that I have an amazing body. Well, it's time that the truth came out: I am a fucking babe. My pecs are perfectly chiseled, I have rockhard abs, and my biceps drive grown men to their knees. Literally.

OK, so maybe I am fudging just a little bit. To be honest, I am a rail. Or, at least that is how I see myself. Ergo, the debut of my new feature, "My So-Called Body Image Disorder: Workout Journal." Every time I go to the gym, I will add another entry to my workout journal and post it here for you all to see. That way, I am motivated to workout, and you feel ashamed and discouraged because I'm the one who goes to the gym and you're the one who sits at home in your underwear, reading crappy weblogs and eating the day-old donuts you got on sale from Krispy Kreme before closing time.

Today's workout: Chest
-flat bench press, incline press, pec fly, front raise, and all the machines that focus on pecs

My workout was great. While doing the incline press, I had a great view of Agatha from below (she was jogging, her boobs were bouncing) and of two hot guys from the X-country team from across the room. RARR. I hadn't been to the gym in a few days, so I was really feeling the burn. Loved it. I did a few extra bench presses towards the end of my workout just because it was feeling so good.

Afterwards, Ag and I went to the cafeteria. As we walked down the steps, I could feel my pecs bounce up and down. LOVE that feeling. If I keep at it, they will get big enough so that this happens all the time, not just after I workout.

When I got home, I looked in the mirror and was quite pleased with myself. I have to drink a protein shake later, I didn't do it right away because I had two pieces of chicken at the cafeteria. Ag said my biceps have gotten smaller, which made me sad, so tomorrow will be arms day. My boyfriend and I might go with some friends and play gay music in the smaller workout room; we're gonna take over the place! It is always a good idea to go with friends, you'll have more fun and they keep you motivated. :D

OK, homework time. Peace out, negroes.