Jack, after four months of gym training, is seeing the results of his efforts, His chest is firmer. His guns are bigger and his belly is tighter although nowhere near flat. He was still wearing 34's. They were even a bit loose. He was convinced that he had turned the corner and on his way back to the lean 175 body that was his goal..
"Making progress, Big Guy." Craig had been encouraging while Jack was working to regain his old physique but Jack thought he was making too much of the big guy comments.
"Not so big anymore." Jack answered, flexing his guns puffing his chest and sucking in his gut. "I'm a lean, mean Gym machine."
"Definitely getting the muscle back but you still are bigger than you would like and I don't want you to forget that you have a long way to go so until you get under 200, you are gonna be big guy to me."
Jack waved him on and got into his street clothes. He was making progress and he knew it. Craig was just trying to jerk his chain. He'd be back on track in no time.
As was his usual habit, Jack stopped at the sports bar on the way home. He'd have a beer and small steak with a salad on the side but tonight he was feeling really good about his progress.
"Bring me the 16 ounce porterhouse with a baked potato and some creamed spinach and a tall beer. I'm celebrating."
After dinner, some more beer and a wedge of pie ala mode, Jack felt even more satisfied. He'd forgotten how good it felt having a fully stuffed belly. This was how life is supposed to be.
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