Hi, I’m Tina and I’m the only person in this book I trust to give you the full, honest-to-goodness tour of what I think of as My Great Adventure. First, where I grew up: a city near Manhattan, which is about 20 minutes by bus but might as well be 1,000 miles away. Known “The Heights,” it’s not Jersey City’s fancy schmancy historic district but also not the poor section. Just kinda invisible, with salt-of-the-earth people like my grandma in vinyl sided houses, stacked next to each other, plastic flowers on the stoop. Dunkin Donuts at the corner was my hangout, and Burger King my go-to lunch until, of course, I got the Bulgarian Training Manual and changed my eating habits. The catalyst to this change happened at Supreme Physique, a no-frills gym near grandma’s house with decent equipment – the usual bikes, treadmills, bench presses – and people from all walks of life, including a bunch of hard-core wannabe body builders who thought they were God’s gift. The manager would tape “before and after” photos on the walls and pages ripped from muscle magazines. Another important place for me was the laundromat. I’d hang out, fold clothes, my way…