It’s always the little things.

As you know, I’ve been going to the gym. It’s one of my adventures at home to embark on my weightlifting routine. My skinny girl bulking program so-to-speak, really just with the goals of having more energy and being stronger and healthier.

And I’m loving it. Though it can be hard.

But you know what is one of the best parts?

I found out very quickly that trying to lift heavier weights with my soft hands was painful. Not the weight, but on my skin. It was horrible. My hands were red and scratched up. I always thought weights were smooth but the one at my gym has a gritty pattern that apparently helps the weight not slip, which I appreciate, but I don’t appreciate what it did to my hand. I could barely get through the routine on my second day because my hand was so sore.

Apparently some people like the calluses, which I respect, but for my little girly hands I just wanted my skin to not hurt. So I bought some gloves.

Ohhhh yeah. Some weightlifting gloves.

Just saying it makes me laugh, and when I strapped on my little purple weightlifting gloves today at the gym I felt so fierce and intense and like I really knew what I was doing.

Actually, I just have soft hands.

But either way, I’m loving my little purple weightlifting gloves.

It’s always been the little things for me….