Weights!

I love to lift them. The first time I lifted weights, I was at U of I. I did it during my freshman year, and I used to meet this hairy guy, Frank, from my Political Science class. It ended after that semester. The next time I lifted weights was the year before I got married. I was having lots of back problems, so I had physical therapy. I learned how to do exercises that were good for my back. I remember how hard they were in the beginning, but now I am lifting heavier weights with ease.

I used to lift weights in all kinds of situations. I remember taking them with me on vacations. I don't do that anymore. I lifted weights in front of Joel every day, and now he lifts weights. I remember him seeing an old picture of me, and he said that he did not recognize me without my muscles. Lifting weights lifts my mood and makes me feel self-confident. I used to do it a lot when I first started my job. I would do it in between classes. I would like to be as strong as I once was; perhaps that could be my February goal. Toodle pip!