Once again, Deicide is doing his usual whinefest, because he feels his mommy and daddy didn't give him the right "genes" to put on the muscle he wants.
Your blubbering and complaining have done more to hinder your progress than your genetics ever could. First, you were whining when you turned 30; then you were whining because you were in a foreign country. Now, it's this "I've just got bad genetic; woe-is-me; let-me-go-eat-a-can-of-worms" routine.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Either do the best with what you have and bust your tail in the progress, or take up badminton. But for the love of the almighty, CEASE AND DESIST with all this crying.