Lift. Write. Switch.

Lift. Cook. Switch.

Lift. Drive. Switch.

Lift. Vacuum. Switch.

Amy's life continued unabated, but was now almost half lifting. Every weight she could find up and down in a trance. Her muscles burned constantly, but it was a good burn. Her body felt exhausted, but only in the best ways.

The more she exhausted her physical strength, the more energized she felt in her soul. And the more she pumped herself up, the more she had to push to get completely exhausted.

It was the end of the first week. Just a week. But her body remembered what it was to be strong and it was happy to take her there.

She hadn't measured herself in quite a bit. She'd only grown. No matter how she grew, she pushed herself for more size, unnoticing, only craving.

The first week was over.

The normal part was over.