The Definition….

This morning I woke up and felt the usual after pain of going to the gym and pushing myself hard. My stomach was empty from all of the “good” food I was eating and I stumbled out of bed and into the shower. 

As I started washing myself I was running my hands over my chest and I felt something…a short line of definition around my pecks. what? this had to be wrong. Normally I have been a pigeon chest, the equal of a flat chested girl with zero definition its just like a straight line down to my gut. 

Now let me clarify, I did not awaken with glorious, masculine, throbbing pecks, but instead was a definite beginning of a separation from my rib cage and chest cavity, with the faintest trace of a line. 

The last couple of weeks I have been eating clean and hitting the gym HARD and am really proud of myself for doing this without the help of a personal trainer, with my myself being the sole motivator for exercise and what goes in my mouth. 

In addition to this my writing is going incredibly well at the moment. I am working on a TV show pilot and my short story is nearly complete. I am feeling inspired, motivated and energised to get this done and off the ground and finally feel like the group of people I have surrounded myself with now are the ones that uplifting, honest and I could not be more happy.