the fitness cult, that is.
i say its a cult because, well, it FEELS like one. theres recruiters, high pressure to belong, emotional manipulation, constant and repetitive message reinforcement, and an obsessive desire to profoundly change the shape of its members. literally, in this case.
so, ive now shelled out a cool grand that i can ill afford on the cult uniform and a 3-year membership to the 24 hour fitness denomination. ive got the shoes, ive got the shorts, ive got the shirts, ive got the personal
and you know what the most incredible thing is?
im gonna fucking DO THIS THING.
and youre all gonna come along for the ride :)
to chronicle my progress, every week i will be taking a photo of myself in all my bucknekkid glory, and eventually compiling them into a morphalicious video montage of my transformation. but you dont have to wait the two or three years it takes, you can keep up with the progress yourself.
go to http://www.terravirtua.com/images/fatass_timelapse/ to see the photos as i take them. WARNING: these photos are of an extremely fat, extremely naked man. the naughty bits are censored, but you might still want to keep them away from small children, the elderly, or people with heart conditions. :)
you know you want to look. dont worry, i wont tell anyone :)
hide your wimmens cause im bulkin up!
BEEFCAKE!!!