For the final week of February I had chosen to write all about boobs.
Well it’s the final day of the final week and I am still going to stick to my plan.
But I’m gonna talk about my boobs.
There was a time when my boobs weren’t boobs… they were rippled pecs.
I’m 31-years-old these days and although I may appear not to be overweight… I can feel myself slipping away. I used to be able to eat ice cream every night, beer every weekend and an entire pizza if I was hungry enough and still look like this:
Now, after years of consuming mass quantities of various crap foods without consequence… it’s finally starting to catch up with me:
Circa a few months ago…
Circa a year ago…
Or more specifically this:
I’ll spare you a picture of my sagging breasts even though I know you’re begging to see them.
I’ve been noticing my body taking the “I’m a married man with kids and I’m just comfortable” form for a while. While I still think it’s humanly impossible for me to become grossly obese it doesn’t mean I’m impervious to being grossly out of shape, overly buoyant or just looking like a pasty outta shape dude.
I’ve alluded to taking this weight gain seriously on this blog several times and set out to obtain Ryan Reynold’s abs numberous times… but nothing has materialized.
But luckily for me, my wife sprung this question on me several weeks ago, “Hey honey… do you want to do Weight Watchers with me?’
I was in the process of cooking some Pillsbury cinnamon rolls for breakfast but I didn’t waste a second in answering her, “Yes. Absolutely.”
It was that morning almost three weeks ago that I decided to get happy with my body (and my man-boobs) again. I’ve started sweating my ass off in the gym and sticking to the Weight Watchers method of eating correctly for almost three weeks.
And I’ve lost nine pounds already and my beer gut is steadily shrinking along with my second chin. My nipples may point straight ahead again some day.
I’ve never dieted before… EVER. I’ve never had to. But my age is showing and I’ve got to adapt. I’m ready to be ripped again. I’m ready to be sexy again like Bunny.
You wait and see. It’ll happen. I’m gonna be a sexy beast (with a six-pack).