This time I reached for the camera for self-portraits to see, whether the three or so months in gym already show on my topless (and then why not on bottomless) photos.
After few shots I quickly pulled the shirt back on; at least I got some cool new photos of myself with a shirt. Although I think I look a bit better than the blob I was last Summer, 15% of fat still takes a bit more effort to be fit for some hot photos.
My vertically challenged and occasionally impotent tripod really complicates taking self-portraits. Even at the best moments when it holds my camera up and steady, it is only over a meter high, so unless I want to portrait my nostrils, I have to bend down for the camera.