Ok, I've looked better, that's a fact!
But it's been about 3 years since I was really happy with how I looked, back then I was pretty much convinced that if I didn't have a pumped up torso and big arms, I wasn't going to get a look-in.
So I bust my balls for what seemed like years ingesting all sorts of nasty protein shakes and potions to burn fat and build muscle and I got there, for once I was really pleased with what I saw in the mirror.
It made absolutely no difference as far as women were concerned though, met a nice girl one day, got happy, got fat.
So here I am again, looking in to the mirror, no woman by my side (again) and I'm not overly keen on what I can see. The gym is a really poor choice for boosting my social life, I truly hate it, but I'm getting zero exercise at the moment and I'm consuming chocolate and fizzy pop and beer like it's going out of fashion, hence why Goodyear are considering using my waist line to advertise their latest tyre!
So, mind made up then, I'm going back to being completely and utterly vain! Every night in the gym after work and back on Cyclone, this horrible disgusting mix of protein and other 'legal' steroids turns pathetic weedy statures in to something a little more 'beefed up' in under 3 months - on the downside, a friend of mine once described it as making him want to "rape and pillage".
I plan to try and keep the hard work up this time, I worked out from January this year till April and although I wasn't trying to increase my size or muscle proportion I was trying to shift my weight from a hefty 14 stone down to 12.5 stone.
By the time I actually manage to get myself in the sort of shape I had some years ago, we should be well in to December, and I'll be wearing zippers and big coats everywhere........what's the bloody point eh?