tl;dr: My Aunt tried to convince me not to do 300 push ups a day. Even though she knows I'm single, haven't had a relationship in years, she doesn't think I should be getting in shape.

Body: I'm not sure if it's a shit test or called something else but it seems like my dear Aunt is trying to keep me Beta.

She's married to a Beta. She married him after her Alpha husband dumped her (also tried to kill her once too). Her new husband is in his mid 80's and she's in her mid 70's. They were married after he retired as a school teacher. He's never been married before.

Anyway, she's kind of lonely and laments how her children don't talk to her that much anymore and she called me today and asked how I was doing. I told her I'm doing great. Since my motorcycle accident last May of 2014 and my final surgery in April of 2015 I've started to climb out of my hole of pain, weakness, and misery.

I told her I'm doing about 300 push ups a day at work. I had started a month after the surgery and was able to do 5 in one day. That was in May just after I found TRP. Now it's August and I'm doing 10 sets of 30 and next week I'm going to increase the reps to 35 per set. I told her my goal is go get to 500.

She told me that I had an unhealthy obsession and that I shouldn't be doing all these push ups. "Can't you just do fewer push ups?"

I said, "Nope". Then I told her that I run 3 miles several days a week, play at least 4 hours of soccer a weekend, lift at least 3 days a week, and do yoga and core exercises every day at work.

She wasn't sure what to say about that and decided that she wanted to end the conversation.

Hah!

I love my dear old Aunt, but I think she wants me to stay her only and lonely nephew.

Why, if I get all ripped and shit I might not want to talk to her on the phone and listen to her problems anymore.

Lessons Learned: AWALT (more like lessons reinforced)

On the one hand I'm a little saddened by this, but on the other it is what it is.