A strange thing has happened lately. I remember years ago, looking through fitness magazines, hoping to maybe one day look like one of those models. I would cut out pictures of the ones I liked and thought I could strive to look like some day, for motivation. I wanted the muscles they had, their defined arms, their chiseled abs, their shapely legs... I admired them. So I read all that I could about how to build muscle. I read books, magazines, online articles. I planned out all my workouts obsessively and tracked them in a notebook. I trained harder in the gym, started lifting heavier. I started changing the way I ate-eating more, getting in more protein. I was on a mission -to build as much muscle as I could! Then today, as I was looking through my Oxygen magazine, it hit me. As I looked at the models on the pages that I had for so long admired, I suddenly realized...I kinda, sorta, maybe...look like that!? It's like all of a sudden I woke up one day and looked in the mirror, and...