I've learned so much in the last 8 months, and I still feel lost most days. But I'll keep at it. Something is burning inside of me, telling me that it's time to complete a thing I started 30 years ago but never finished. It told me, "Get in shape, you lazy butt!"
I've always had the proper physique for a good work-out bod, but have never done anything with it. Now, the dad bod is succumbing to the workout bod, and the difference has been fun to watch (and feel), although I pretty much just hurt all the time now. Youthful workouts and old-dude workouts are a lot different.
But old-dude-good-bod is a goal I ain't letting go of.
Now if I could just shake off the gut thing and let the 6-pack come out …
I look in the mirror and there's all these muscles peaking out from beneath my skin, and then oh yeah there's that hang-over that's still an inch too thick.
Jerk!