A while back I wrote a post about how I was fit, fat then fit again and compared/contrasted my road from fatness to fitness with a guy at a local 7-11 who got the gastric bypass and lost a shit ton of weight without the work (but with a lot more danger).

I got a comment the other day saying that I look better than ever (I don’t know about that… the 20 year-old me looked pretty good too). Also, there’s a hot MILF of a kid in my kid’s class who I see around little league sometimes and who I always catch staring me down. She asks the wife about me every time they see each other, which is something she never did when our kids were in kindergarten together. And now I’m in shape to run my second half marathon. In other words, I’ve maintained and have arguably increased my fitness level and physical desirability (as tough as that is considering how great I’ve always looked) over the last 4 months or so.

The guy at 7-11 who got the gastric bypass and before too long started stretching the seams on his pants is no longer even trying to tuck his shirt in.

There’s an easy way and hard way to do everything. Unfortunately, the easy way isn’t always the best way. As someone who generally just says fuck it and does the easy thing anyway, I’m glad I took the hard road for once.

Sure as hell don’t plan on making it a habit though.