The Day I Realized I Was the Gym Asshole

A reminder that sometimes the guy who annoys you is… you.

I walked into the gym earlier this week feeling like a man on a mission. The kind of mission that starts with good intentions and ends with you questioning every carb you’ve ever eaten. The place was buzzing like it always is in Hollywood. People lifting, flexing, filming themselves, avoiding leg day like it’s toxic. And I had one simple goal: start my …