Well… I’ve gone and done it.
I hired a trainer. Which basically means I’m now paying someone to hurt me.
Apparently, “dad bod” is not a legitimate long-term health plan. Who knew?
Don’t worry — pie and ice cream will still have visitation rights. But for now, protein has lawyered up and is winning more custody battles than I expected.
This isn’t just about abs (though let’s be honest, I wouldn’t mind meeting mine again someday). It’s about being around for more birthdays, more bike rides, and more bad dad jokes with my boys. Stewardship of my health is stewardship of my fatherhood.
So, welcome to Father Figure 2.0. A little sweat, a lot of laughter, and hopefully a stronger figure — both in muscles and in fatherhood.
Leave any and all advice in the comment section! Encouraging words are nice too.
Father Figure 2.0: Powered by pie and protein.
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