Here I live, another gym rat girly who denied becoming one in the first place. Until it dawned on me…maybe I am one.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t count calories, skip carbs, or eat an excess of protein. However, thoughts of having a fine ass (aka a dump truck) soon infiltrated my mind in the midst of my gym journey.

When you go from having no dump truck to having a dump truck, that’s only normal. Right?? Added in, the societal pressures of being an objectively attractive woman — whether that be having giant tits or having a dump truck. Personally, my chest is flat like a freshly ironed shirt. [[I say this to help myself rationalize my dump truck “obsession.”]]

So how much is too much? And does my mere focus and daydreamy thoughts of dump trucks make me a gym rat girly??

Welcome to my irrational, sporadic mind. It doesn’t always make sense, but do human thoughts ever completely do? That’s all for now. Thank you! :)