Alright, time to give myself some credit. I’ve been hitting the gym at 3 in the freakin’ morning, not just once or twice, but 3+ times a week for the past seven weeks. That’s nearly two months of pure consistency. Honestly, I’m kinda amazed at myself. This level of commitment is something I didn’t think I had in me before, but here I am, kicking ass and making gains.

I remember thinking this schedule was wild at first, like, who even does that? But now, it’s become my thing. It’s not easy waking up when the world’s still asleep, but somehow, that quiet, empty gym feels like my own personal battleground. Every day, I push harder, lift heavier, and walk out feeling like a damn superhero.

I’ve already seen some serious progress—muscle definition is coming in, and my energy levels are staying up all day. I’ve been consistent with stretching too, which I know is helping me stay injury-free (especially if I decide to jump back into P90X yoga again).

It’s wild how this routine has become more than just working out. It’s like I’m challenging myself mentally too, proving I can stick to something tough. There’s no stopping now. Week 8? Let’s go!