I remember when I was 14.  I didn’t really have pecs but I wasn’t worried about developing boobs either.  I was just skin and bones.

Then I turned 20.  I started working out and the outcome was muscles on my chest.  I wasn’t a stud but I also wasn’t a geek.

Then I entered my mid 20′s.  I got married.  I did inherit boobs but that is a different post that will never be posted.

One thing I discovered about my wife is that she cooks really good!  She bakes really good also!

Fantastic Late Night Carbs

Brownies, cakes, cookies galore!  Slowly the muscles faded.

I entered my 30′s.

Sugar supply will never end, right?

Here I am entering my mid 30′s and the pecs do not exist.

I look down.

I frown.

What is this flubby tubby blubber with nipples attached?

Ack!

Boobs!  Man Boobs!

Pecks yesterday, boobs today.