The Anti Fitness Trainer

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Brent shuffled into the bathroom to take a leak, still half ******, eyes heavy, and rubbing

his face when he spotted his silhouette, outlined by some early morning light from the window

as it struck the mirror.

It was less flattering than he preferred.

He flicked up the light switch and took himself in more carefully.

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A handsome face, jawline unshaved and softer than it once was, wide shoulders, and the

remaining beef of his bodybuilding days, the definition now lost beneath a layer of fat.

What made him sigh most was the belly, where once there was a sharp V-taper and defined

abdominals, there was now love handles and a round beer belly.

After years of life stresses, he had sought protein shakes for sodas, lean meats for pork

or beef, fruits for candies or baked goods, and vegetables for potato chips or fries.

It had all been stored and was now staring back at him almost mockingly at age 38.

With a sudden burst of determination, he decided today would be the day he turned things around.

He already knew how to exercise.

For years he was religious with the gym, having built a strong, powerful, and impressively

shaped physique in his 20s.

With much effort and a bit of heartache, he purged the kitchen of all the snack foods

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