No one asks any more what you do when they meet you. Even as fully clothed as you can manage these days, one look and it's obvious you spend your entire life juicing at the gym or at home resting and slamming protein.
Your muscles define you, they are your life and your career all rolled into one. Your corporate ladder made of weight classes, yet despite being at the top you cram more and more on.
People don't see you anymore, they see shadow-casting pecs, head-crushing biceps, waddle-inducing thighs and an overall wideness unnatural to the human body.
You've engineered a body that exists solely to train and display your unstoppable gains, any other more pedestrian activity performed in the most clumsy matter, if at all. You were man, you are muscle, you wouldn't have it any other way.