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Anonymous
When I left college I was 190 pounds. Keep in mind that I'm exactly 5 feet tall. I was a blimp, so I joined the same gym as a friend because I knew I'd only be motivated to go if he dragged me along with him. Well, at that time, he became a raging workaholic, and only went to the gym 2-3 times a week. He can afford to do that because he's the naturally muscular type. I couldn't, so I had an almost pointless gym membership. Then one day, I saw her. She was on the elliptical machines, sweating bullets. Clearly, she was a body builder, but she wasn't one of those steroid abusing shemale body builders. No, this was a beautiful woman who just happened to have a body like it was carved out of rock. From that day forward, I was in that gym every weekday just to see her. After a few months, she stopped coming to the gym, but I had already lost 50 pounds, and I wasn't about to stop going just because I lost my eye candy. Muscular women are my motivation to go to the gym.
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