Excuse me sir, I can see your man boobs

It's good that friends can be brutally honest. Case in point, my good pal Jerry. He's not afraid to let you know what he's thinking. Unfortunately today, his truthfulness hit home. Luckily it hit in a soft, well padded area known as my waist.

We were shopping in that new French store, Target, pronounced tar-gay, and I was picking up a few things for vacation. I'd already resigned myself to buying, YIKES, 36" shorts. I'm usually a 34", but it seems shorts are running small these days. Yeah, keep telling yourself that "W". So I sucked it up rather than sucking it in, and decided I needed a shirt to match. Whoever invented 'athletic fit' needs to be shot. First in the balls, then in the head, then again in the balls. While I can appreciate the 'athletic fit' look on men who are athletic, the average man doesn't really need that style shirt. Anyhoo, I hold up a large, which would normally work fine, when friend Jerry chimed in, Um maybe you need an XL.

*Record scratch*

Ok...ouch.

He was like, "you know those athletic fits are tight and snug and will probably shrink when you wash." My reply was simple. "I won't wash it...ever."

So after a little soul searching, I reluctantly headed to the changing room with both L and XL in hand. First went the extra large. A little too roomy. Gave the appearance of a hip hop artist. I'm way to white for that. On with the large. It fit fine around the waist (which is my biggest concern), but slightly more fitting around my athletic pecs...uh man boobs. Ok I don't need a bra, a bro, or a manziere, but I'm waffling on that fine line. So I went with the L.

I weight in about 180#. Yes, I could stand to lose about 10-15 pounds. My issue...I can diet and exercise and cut carbs and sugars and suffer and get down to 170...but no lower...no matter how hard I try. So I try to find that happy medium around 175, without starving myself. What's the point of being miserable, if it's not going to make a big difference?

So let them eat cake! And pie, and cobbler, and ice cream.

"Carry on our Wayward Son,

There'll be peace when you are done,

Lay your weary head to rest,

Don't you cry no more"

Lyric of the Day - Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas