Reality hits when you can no longer see your belt buckle, the lady renewing your drivers license at the DMV asks, "Are you still 150 pounds, sir?" and you have a trash can dedicated to discarded, fast food cups in your garage.I turned 48 today and have only gained 12 pounds in eight years, so I have a goal to find that belt buckle, replace Taco Bell cups with water bottles and to replace that fat with muscle. A tall order but I think I'll survive.
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