Being someone who is never obsessed with weight or weight loss, it strikes me as a little odd that I should aim at weight loss for whatever reason. Admittedly, I am a little overweight, that is, about 7.6% over my ideal height/weight ratio. Yet, I don't view the little "extra" of me as threatening to my confidence as would someone who conditions beauty on skinniness.
I have a sporty built, legacy from a relatively active adolescence. So even though I'm now sedentary most of the time, I always look at myself in the mirror and think contently that there is no immediate need of exercise.
So whilst I savour my daily iced caramel latte with double-scoop vanilla ice-cream at the Nosh's, a biochemical button is being pressed again and again without me consciously knowing. The thing is, one day, I wake up to an image of beautiful triceps of American's new first lady. I start to realise what I've been losing.
Hence begins my quest to get the perfect triceps.
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