This is me, 1 year ago. In many ways my body is the same, but in many ways it is different.

That was my ‘new’ fit body. I had made some serious gains and was seeing a lot of definition everywhere. I was lifting some bars that I was very proud of, and felt just like a rockstar overall.

Here we are 1 year later and I’ve since realized that being fit is a way of life. Not ever a destination, more like a continuous journey. Ooh, nice shoulder definition, ok, now lets try to develop my obliques. Look at those abs, now lets try to further develop my hamstrings. Always chizzling away to reveal my ideal self.

What I’ve realized most importantly is that I need to be happy and accepting of myself at every level. What’s the point of being fit if I can’t enjoy it. I look in the mirror and I am happy with what I see. I am happy and content. And I want to push harder and see more changes. Both these things exist for me in harmony. Healthy and fit.