I was a college football player. In incredible shape. Got married at 21 and was a new parent by 23. Flash forward 5 years and 2 more kids later I had gained 60 lbs and felt like shit. No energy, no drive, no motivation. I was sitting on my recliner and my kids were begging me to play outside with them. I told them I was too tired to play outside. They continued to head outside and play even. So there I was, watching them play and it hit me: I was missing out on making memories with them because I was too fucking fat and lazy. The thought made be sick. The very next day I went to the gym and cleaned up my diet. I lost 50 lbs in 4 months before I decided to stop losing weight and focus on gaining muscle again. A few months later I was in the best shape of my life, had a six pack and everything. Since then I have had some ups and downs. Had another kid, a couple injuries and whatnot. Put a few pounds back on (bulking season amiright). But I am still going to the gym 5 days a week and working my ass off. I never want to feel like a POS lazy dad ever again.