I believe I have the routine established by now and enjoy getting the dopamine fix. I had two goals when I began doing gym: one was to develop my physical capacity as in being able to walk longer, get some muscle tone and basically not collapsing after some moderate work at home. The second one was 100% vanity.

When you lose a boatload of weight, the skin does not retract neatly to cover your new physique, but a lot of it just hangs like and old oversized damp clothes. Exercise helps and in some cases a lot, but I have to come to the realization that some locations in my body will remain fugly no matter my better efforts.

I am proud on how my arms look and almost not having any of that hanging skin. My legs? Eh! not so much. My above-the-belly-button stomach is not doing bad, especially that I am torturing myself with abdominals after my hernia surgery. My lower belly? That is going to be either plastic surgery or one of them “sport performance compression shorts” which my wife jokingly (and admittedly truthfully) refers to “tactical girdle for men.”

And yes, I have at least a pair, but they do compress, and I have to keep going to the bathroom to pee.

The good news is that no naked selfies of me will be found in the Interwebs now or in the future.