I love my son. I really do.
I’m proud as hell of the kid, too. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s got a lot going for him in this world.
However, I have to be honest, too. He’s lazy as hell.
It’s frustrating, too, because he’s like a lot of people in his generation. He doesn’t like being overweight, but he’s willing to do absolutely nothing to change it. Nothing at all.
At this point, I’ve lost about 30 lbs. That’s nothing to sneeze at, and it means I may know a thing or two about getting the weight off. At least at the start. Especially since at this point about six or seven years ago, I did it then too.
So many of his generation want to bellyache about their lot in life instead of getting off their asses and start training.