Daily Log - 18.07.2025
My first day at the gym - a modest but meaningful start. I walked, lifted, and sweated through a focused arm workout, bookended by incline treadmill sessions. Food intake hovered around 1400 calories, but hydration fell short. This wasn’t a perfect day, but it was a powerful one. Small, deliberate steps forward - the kind that build discipline over time.
LOGS
5/8/20242 min read
Title: Queen Energy: Day One Gym, Chest Press & Self-Claiming Rituals
Entry:
Something shifted in me today.
Not loud. Not cinematic. But firm — like snapping into alignment with a version of myself I’ve been circling for months.
Workout Summary:
✨ Technogym Treadmill – 16 minutes
3.0 incline, 2.7 speed, 150 kcal burned
Pace was gentle, focused — enough to warm up both body and nerves.
This wasn't about athleticism. It was about re-entry. Into movement. Into muscle. Into control.
✨ Machines & Strength Work
Incline Chest Press, followed by several upper-body movements.
Focus was on form, control, and claiming space.
The first rep was the hardest. Not physically — psychologically. There’s a quiet fear when you start again, but repetition dissolves doubt.
✨ Rowing Machine
A few focused minutes to engage back and core — legs strapped in, shoulders aligned, wrist steady.
I remembered how strong I am when no one’s watching.
✨ Final 20-minute treadmill session
Not tracked, but intentional. A cooldown with purpose. A walk out of self-doubt and into resolve.
Self-Care & Skin Rituals
Back home, I faced the altar of bottles.
My skincare shelf looked like a war camp — retinol, SPF 50, vitamin C, hyaluronic acid, cellulite gel, bust shaping serum... all lining up like loyal soldiers.
This isn’t vanity. It’s reinforcement. Armor. Recovery. The war is internal, and my skin deserves softness in the aftermath.
Nutrition & Hydration
Rough estimate: ~1400 kcal, scattered through the day
Big fail on water — I didn’t hydrate properly at all.
But I sat outside with a bottle of Coca-Cola Zero Kraljica — and that label felt earned today. Queen energy, sweaty and out of breath, but upright and standing.
Reflection:
I am not consistent yet.
But I am awake, accountable, and not afraid to look at myself clearly anymore — even under fluorescent gym lights or bare-faced at home.
There was power in the stillness between sets. Power in lacing my shoes. Power in logging in, showing up, and not quitting when no one else was watching.
This is not a transformation you can always see. But it’s happening.
In the calories burned. In the chest pressed.
In the quiet choice to keep going.