New Year. New Me.
I joined a gym today.
The usual story.
I used to go to the gym a lot. Then I stopped.
This is what I used to look like when I was going to the gym (I think this was early 2012):
This is what I look like now (3 Jan 2017) after finding plenty of excuses not to go to the gym for a couple of years:
I don’t think anything more needs to be said.
I’ve joined Muscle Bull Gym in Bermondsey. It’s close to work.
Okay 2017, it’s go-time…
The Vanity Album
I used to have a personal trainer, Ro (who I still worship). Every month or so he would push into the disabled toilet in the gym, get me to take my shirt off, and snap some photos. It’s very hard to look good under the harsh light and the dubious background that a disabled toilet offers. Here’s a couple of the photos that I’ve still got.
14 April 2010
5 May 2010
25 June 2010
28 July 2010
6 December 2010
17 February 2011
28 March 2011
2 March 2012
Interesting to look back on. I was probably looking my best in July 2010 — just before the Gay Games in Cologne. Ro had put me on a chilli diet (which involved eating a fresh chilli with every meal and taking lots of fibre). It was an incredibly unpleasant experience but it really got results.
Add to that the shot I took in 2012 (in a dodgy hotel room in Loughborough:
…and the one I’ve just taken in January 2017 at my flat in Hoxton.