After Finding Out The Terrifying Truth Behind My Gym I’m Abandoning My New Year’s Resolution

I was wary about the formulas at first. It seemed almost like cheating, you know? Or like a scam. I know that results only come from hard work, so anything that makes it easier is wrong, somehow.
But, I promised I’d try it, so I did.

I drank my first shake that day. I was ready to hold my nose and down it at once, struggling to keep it down, because I know how those things usually taste (hint: like sweaty ass).

It was DELICIOUS. It was chocolate, my favorite, and it kind of tasted like an ice-cream shake. I drank it all in one go.

I noticed a change immediately.

Suddenly, I was RAVENOUSLY hungry. After my stop at the gym, I had bought a bunch of health foods – fruits, vegetables, the whole nine yards. I sat down and ate almost everything I’d bought that day. It was like I couldn’t get enough, I was hungrier than I’d ever been in my life. I was almost worried that I would get sick from the eating – my stomach has always been sensitive – but I didn’t. In fact, my stomach felt better than it had in years. In my whole life, actually.
I was thrilled.

By the time I went in to work out the next day, I was already LOOKING better. My skin wasn’t so deathly pale and my hair wasn’t shedding as much as it usually does. I didn’t feel faint or queasy. I felt great.

And George noticed.

“See, what did I tell you?” he said. “Those shakes are like miracles. They give your body what they’ve been missing.”

That day, the 2nd of January, was my first real day of working out. Before the shakes, I’d been dreading it, but seeing how great I felt, I couldn’t wait to get started.

It definitely wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I usually don’t feel anything from exercise other than pain and exhaustion, but this time it was exhilarating. I found it extremely rewarding to push myself to see how far I could go, my endorphins climbing higher and higher as George cheered me on. I was able to run for a full half-hour, when I’d only been able to do about fifteen minutes in the past. I did squats and cleans, and worked for a good half-hour with the dumbbells. The more I worked, the stronger I felt.

I loved it.



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