I have pec muscles!
I was getting out of the shower this morning post-workout and saw myself in the mirror…and I could see them… the clear definition of pecs! I made my poor husband stop what he was doing to come and feel my chest (he didn’t seem to mind that much if I’m honest about it). He agreed. That wasn’t boob. It was pure muscle!
I can’t quite do the pec pop of love yet…
but I might have tried it as I was getting dressed…and I might have almost been able to do one pop.
Go me!
You’ve gotta take those victories where you can get them.
P.S. If my husband or kids are reading this – I want hand grips for Mother’s Day.
These:
or maybe these: