You take a look in a mirror. You think, Uh oh, that is not looking good.
You have piles of scripts to read. You think, I will do some leg lefts while I read.
And you do that.
Then you get tired of leg lifts. So you do arm lifts too. For variation.
Pretty soon a couple months have passed and you are starting to see changes. For the better. You ramp up the regime some.
You start taking your iron and omega three’s like you should because you cannot put that sort of stress on the bod and not take your iron and omega three’s. Then you think oh what the hell and throw a couple supplements in there.
Pretty soon you are taking all your freaking vitamins and working your ass off even when you are not reading and you look at something sugar laden and delicious and the thought that passes through your head is not, Yay sugar laden and delicious!, the thought that passes through your head is, Are you freaking kidding me? You know how hard I worked on this body today? I am not putting that crap in it —
And that is when you know.
While you were not looking you accidentally slipped into athlete mode.
[ps : color provided courtesy of janiebelle peer pressure]