A fresh start

His body was sore. His muscles were tightening and forming solid. He stretched every so often to prevent his body from becoming stiff. He was never an active person growing up. He usually sought comfort on a sofa or in bed with the television on. This was new. Bursting with new found energy, he searched for ways to release it. Although he did not have the body he wanted just yet, confidence began to alter his ego. He could do anything he wanted and will in time. The bedroom was his gym and the hip hop that played was a motivating factor in his work outs. Sweat would pour down his face each time he lifted the weight's.  The weight of it would expose new cuts forming on his triceps.  The sweat would drip down his arms making his tattoos glow.  He would push the earth away witch each push up he did. The hours would pass and he wouldn't quit. His abdomen would burn with every crunch. He wanted to give up, but wouldn't allow it. He needed to change. He longed to be different and this was how he would do it. He was finding something to rejoice about in his life and would let nothing stop it. He was tired of dealing with his manic depression and was attacking it.  Little did he know that he was already in a sense the man he wanted to become. Little did he know that he was for the most part happy.