I haven’t posted much about exercise stuff recently because, while I’m still seeing a lot of progress, it’s mostly incremental.  My back is defined from top to bottom now and by arms finally have some bulk to them.  I’m getting those awesome wing things on my sides.  My stupid indented chest is actually filling out and getting some hard definition for pretty much the first time ever.

In relation to that, today as I was walking through my room to head for the shower I caught my reflection in profile, in natural posture, and I stopped in my tracks.  I took a step back, re-evaluated.

Yup.

I’m not quite there yet, but I’m almost at a point where my chest projects out further than my stomach.

THIS IS CRAZY.

Even as a little kid I had a bit of a natural gut, and even at my previous peak physical fitness I couldn’t seem to shake the tire.  And at that afore-mentioned peak, my chest was flat, with zero definition.  Today I almost look like my idealized version of a person looks.

I’ll probably never have a totally flat, defined stomach, just because I’ve carried weight on my for so many years, but it’s cool to start seeing some of the lines on the sides and bottom start to define, and the overall bulk disappear.  I’ve always talked about how even though I dress super casual most of the time, I’ve wanted to wear nice suits my whole life.  Problem is suits, and especially dress-shirts, are designed for flat profile.  Skinny guys look good in suits with their shirts tucked in.  Buff guys look kind of brutish, but still good, but guys with guts can’t help but look slovenly with a tucked in shirt.

I would be so far beyond excited if I was able to tuck a dress-shirt in and have it rest in unison with the waistline of my pants.

 

Things in the world suck right now, and my head is messier than I can even begin to describe, even to my “secret” blog that nobody reads.

But this, friends…this is fantastic.  Wish me luck as I work extra hard to push this ‘almost’ into reality.