I was the guy who used to mock gay guys who obsess about their bodies and work out at the gym three or four times a week. Muscle Marys, or Gym Bunnies, we call them. But since July, bar the occasional week or two that I was traveling for business or pleasure, I had been exercising at the gym three times a week. I even had a personal trainer. There’s still a part of me that loathes the prevalent, superficial body-worship that so rules our subculture today, but another, larger part of me takes pleasure in observing that I have slimmed down, grown some muscle (not a lot), and in general look healthier. And the occasional compliment about losing weight doesn’t hurt either. A love-hate situation with myself. That’s the person I wanted to punch when I took this picture.
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