fixed.
I walked like a Bodybuilder to the train station this morning: Feet apart to accommodate my future tree-trunk thighs, the incoming lats spread, the soon to be huge biceps held away from the torso, as though I was carrying heavy luggage, and my chin way up, looking down at the people from my head perched upon my anticipated bull-like neck. I got a lot of respect from the folks on the street! I AM A BODYBUILDER AND I'M LOVING IT!
I JUST POLISHED OFF A MUSCLE MILK (VANILLA). OUTSTANDING!