Fatherhood has been a deeply rewarding experience thus far and I wouldn’t want to trade it for anything, but it is definitely a time-suck. With all the attention a small child needs, it can be difficult to find time in the day for a parent to take care of him or herself and, ultimately, sacrifices have to be made.
Perhaps one of the most impactful sacrifices I’ve made this past year is my level of physical activity. I am by no means a chronic gym rat, and my history of working out could at best be described as a “leisurely diversion.” Still, several recent years were active enough for me to keep most of my body toned and largely maintain my thin, borderline malnourished, physique.
But those days are gone. And let me tell you…the “dad bod” struggle is real.
I don’t reflect on my body too much, but my shape has gone from merely “unenviable” to “unenviable and unfortunate” this year. My upper and lower body haven’t changed much, but that midsection has certainly seen slimmer days.
I always stop short of using the word “resolution” in the context of exercise, I have gotten to the point where I’m determined to make a change. Maybe I can only commit to two or three times a week, and maybe “dad bod” is just the next phase of metamorphosis for a guy pushing 40, but I’ll do whatever I can to keep myself in a shape that can pass, if only barely, for human.