Busting Out

I've been working out like crazy for the past few months and my body has changed from "emaciated tweaker" to "do I get some fries with that shake?" The good thing is that I feel a lot healthier than I did during THE DARK TIME. The bad thing is that my clothes are starting to get a lot tighter and I'm literally busting out of my clothes. All of my shirts are starting to bunch up around the chest area and I feel like Annette Funicello when she was blossoming on the Mickey Mouse Club. If I continue to work out like I do now, I'll need a "hey, my eyes are up here!" t-shirt by the end of the month.

My pants are so tight that people can see how much money I have in my wallet just by looking at my ass. No joke! I'm wearing jeans I bought last Christmas and they're fitting like nut-cutters now. And with me being half portuguese... you can imagine how my package needs all the room it can get! *COUGH COUGH!* Size eleven shoe. Ahem. Sorry, just a little chest cold. I'm fine.