When I was in my twenties, I started weightlifting. Back then, it wasn’t as popular for women to be weightlifters, as it is now. I spent hours in the gym, all in the name of vanity. The reason I went to the gym was because I was on a diet. I wanted to tighten and tone as the weight came off. Weightlifting was easy for me. My family owned a farm and even though I was only one hundred twenty pounds and five foot six inches, I was pretty strong. When I was using the leg weights, I was pressing almost 140 pounds. I didn’t get what the big deal was, but I soon started going heavier with the weights. My fiance didn’t like that I had bigger muscles than he had, and he asked if I could please cut back on the weights. He was sure that it would be me carrying him across the threshold than him carrying me. I laughed, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was serious. I still continued to go to the gym, but I was backing off on weightlifting. I wanted to be fit and toned for the wedding, but I didn’t want to have hard muscles that took away from my femininity. My soon-to-be husband thinks I am beautiful as I am, so who am I to argue with him. I’m hoping I can talk him into going to the gym with me. I think that if we worked out together, he would see that I’m not trying out for some weightlifting team, but I am working out so I can look and feel good.