So I woke up Saturday morning and walked into the living room when this picture was taken of me.
As you can see, it’s a picture of me shirtless. I have been lifting weights for the past couple months and I admit, I think I am pretty buffed right now. I have a bulky look going on right now; wide shoulders, thick arms, big pecs, etc. And by the way, those ARE pecs. They ARE NOT man-boobs. If you don’t believe me, then feel free to grope my breasts and find out for yourself how hard they are. Actually I take that back. Please don’t grope me. I always feel somewhat degraded when someone does that to me. Feel free to poke my pecs though and see for yourself that they are hard as a rock right now.
Now, before you start hating on me for being full of myself, let me clarify for you that I am not 100% satisfied with how I look in this picture. For one I don’t like my hair. I have a bad case of bed head from just waking up seconds before the pic was taken. Mostly though, I hate that stupid fat pouch located on the bottom of my stomach. Don’t act like you don’t notice it. It looks like an upside down pair of plump butt cheeks with my belly button being the bunghole. If this got any more out of control, the crease between the two pouches may become more defined and I will have an ass-crack to complete the lower-belly to 2nd ass transformation.
I am not proud of this upside down ass on the bottom of my stomach and I want to lose it. I have tried to lose it. I have been hitting the sit-up machine vigorously these past couple months. I have even tried modifying what I eat and cutting down on portion sizes. It just refuses to go away. Do any of you readers have any suggestions on how I can lose it? Please don’t tell me to eat less or I will eat you. I already mentioned that I have tried this and it hasn’t worked for me. I continue to watch my diet to an extent and my weight and fat pouch seem to stay the same no matter how much or how little I modify my diet.
I think I may have to resort to running along with watching what I eat. This realization SUCKS because I hate running. It’s either run consistently, or walk around with this upside down ass on the bottom of my stomach for the rest of my life. I am not sure which is worse.