My Journey to an Aesthetic Physique (and Yours Too!)
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who was the least aesthetic of them all? It used to be me, staring back with a sigh and a pizza box in hand. Forget beach bods and sculpted selfies, my physique was more “doughy dad bod” than “dream physique.” Gym memberships gathered dust, and the only “running” I did was from responsibilities. Then, one day, a picture — a vacation snapshot where I resembled a beached whale more than a beach bum — shattered my illusion. It was a wake-up call, a slap in the face from reality. I wasn’t looking for a six-pack overnight or a ripped-from-the-magazine transformation. I craved a body that reflected my inner strength, a physique that whispered “healthy” instead of screamed “unhealthy.” So, I embarked on a journey, not to some magical fitness land, but to a place within myself: a place of self-love, discipline, and a newfound appreciation for movement. It wasn’t easy. There were days when the couch felt more inviting than the gym, and sugary t...