Nothing is new here, just another FR showing that Looking Good Matters.

2 Months of redpill. Some success maintaining frame. Wife is freaking out at new me, having flashes of submission and flashes of massive shit test storms that I'm working through. Still a lot of work there. 2016 is the year that will make or break my marriage.

Getting much better into shape. I look fucking good and it feels fucking good. I attribute it to working out, lifting. Iron does not fucking lie. Something about that shit gets your adrenaline and testosterone going that's for sure. Whenever I'm struggling in a set I just remember all the instances of blue pill me and the desire to punch me in the face is more than enough to complete the set, the cringe is so bad but iron does not fucking care. Complete the fucking set. I looked at some of our email exchanges from early on in our relationship - GODDAMN! I got myself into this fucking mess. Now, what's a shit test compared to squatting more than your weight? I laugh at that shit.

Changed my wardrobe last week - fitted trousers, super slim shirts. Got the whole ripped greek god thing started (I'm of a Mediterranean complexion). Random IOIs are flying in. It's surreal. Some of it catching me by surprise. Yesterday's? I want to buy underwear. Random HB7 staff by the aisle - I ask her why there are no M underwear on display. I said this to her back so she turned looking frowny annoyed but changed her expression as soon as she saw me. Starting walking me around the aisles looking for M underwear. Then she grabs my arm (WTF?) and she points at the settees and says she'll go look for some. What colour she asks. I say red. She says "oo I like that", (WTF? 2). She comes back with 4 then I flip through and I swear she wanted to maintain discussion by making stuff up about the virtues of different underwear, she's looking nervous as fuck, I just maintain a wry smile. I should have asked her for her number.

I grab 2 boxes, and go to the till. Another HB7 there, unbuttons her top button when I approach - I could see all the way down her cleavage and she saw me doing that. Starts processing the sale, she's asking me how I am, where I work, how long I'm working today, when do I get out. Then she says she's working until 12 then she's free with a playful touch on her neck. I'm so flabbergasted (amazing tits!) to process this for what it is and I just thank her and leave. I should've gotten her number and invited her for a walk around town at fucking 12.

These girls might have been doing this to get me to buy stuff or might not. I'm damn sure that 50 lbs heavier me 5 months ago would've never had a second look.

I just went and grabbed a second mobile SIM. Time to start practising GAME.