Jon wondered what was going wrong. He'd been working out with Wanda for a few months now. Every day he was able to keep up with her a little better. He felt better then he'd felt in his entire life.
He looked in the mirror. His man boobs as his room mate reminded him constantly, were somehow bigger. Hanging a few inches off his chest. Yet his stomach was flat. No matter how much work he did on his arms they stayed slim and toned, but never built any bulk.
He was becoming quite the gym enthusiast, it didn't hurt that he got to spend time with Wanda, who he was growing quite close with.
Ad his pants still didn't fit. His legs were stronger, yet his legs had a soft layer of fat over them. no matter what he did he couldn't seem to bulk up. He knew he'd lost weight, which the only place that seemed to show was his waist. He had resorted to wearing sweat pants most of the time since they fit past his hips. But was forever pulling them up since his waist seemed to have disappeared on him.
Jon looked at the time. Wanda would be by soon for their morning run to the gym. Jon pulled a t shirt over his head, noticing how tight it was in the chest. He'd have to talk to Wanda, maybe he was working out wrong. He felt self conscious as he put his coat on.
Maybe he needed to figure out the nutrition side of it. Really get into things, working out and eating pizza every night wasn't solving any problems for him.
