Man Boobs.

So today I got off work nice and early.  I headed to the gym, slammed a Redline pre-workout energy drink, and then dove into an intense workout.  I ended up lifting for just over 2 hours, which is a bit longer than usual.  I am focused on getting fit, and am not afraid of the pain it will surely take to get there. 

My game plan is fairly simple.

1.  Turn up the intensity on the weight lifting while keeping my reps higher.
2.  Gym 3 times a week.
3.  At least 15-20 min of cardio each time I go to the gym.
4.  Core routine 7 days a week.
5.  Max of 1 can of soda a day.
6.  Drink more water throughout the day.
7.  More protein, vitamins, and supplements daily.

I've been feeling good lately and am lifting more and more at the gym.  Physically, I can see some changes as well, and I'm proud of myself for making progress.  Especially after my workout today, I really pushed it hard, and left having pushed myself to my limits.  I was wearing a tank top, and headed over to my mom's to say hello.  Not to show off, just to kill time because it was still fairly early and I had nothing else better to do.

After arriving, my mom looked up at me and said, "You have man boobs."

Quickest way to destroy my new found confidence.  I imagine that the look on my face was one of disappointment or shock of some kind, because she then quipped, "I meant that in a good way.  Like.....you have muscles..." 

Too late.

After getting home, all I can see are man boobs.  Moobs.  As I was walking briskly up the stairs in my apartment, I suddenly was morbidly aware of how they bounce.  After I ate dinner, I went downstairs to brush my teeth,  I was horrified at how much they moved.  Good lord.

Growing up, I always imagined having big man pecs like Arnold, and then maybe being able to do the infamous "moob dance" with my pecs.  This is not quite what I had in mind. 

My resolve could not be stronger now.  I will get fit.  It is time to tighten everything up.  It is time to look even better naked.  This is going to happen.