Chubby Dad

Things that hurt at most times of the day. My feet. My knees. My back. My ankles. My shoulders. My head… Look, I’m just going to admit it, I’m badly out of shape and while I act cool, it definitely bothers me. I spent years blogging about how this was finally going to be the time that I get my shit together, only to see the drive and determination evaporate the minute there was any adversity. Remember when I started Project #DadFit and wrote about 5 stories before giving up? How about the one where the surgeon called me fat and told me to buy a scale? And who could forget my personal favourite when Goodlife Fitness did a whole commercial about me and my journey to get healthier!

I could blame it on Covid-19 but honestly we have actually been eating healthier now than what our relentlessly busy schedules used to allow. The truth is simply that it is hard to get motivated to be a better version of yourself. Every time I think I’m in a rhythm, I start thinking about how long it’s going to take to get to where I want to be and hit up the local Wild Wing to drown my sorrows instead.

It’s not a great feeling playing one on one basketball with my son and gassing out after 2 points and then falling back on defense to mask it. Nor is it particularly cool that I ride my scooter (yes, I’m a grown man with a trick scooter, deal with it!) while my kids run 3-5K every morning. Although, admittedly, I do feel kind of cool while on the scooter, ideally, I would love to get to a spot where I can join them on foot.

Father Son Basketball

If nothing else, this lockdown has shown me how lazy I have become and I’m not a huge fan. That said, I have started to try to turn my negative attitude around to hopefully find some benefits. For instance, instead of feeling bad about riding the scooter, I figure at least I’m doing something. I mean, it’s still physical activity, right? Also, where I used to watch my son do his sports conditioning drills, I’ve started joining him in doing them. I don’t always get through the whole thing, but I get better each day.

This isn’t a cry for help or sympathy either. It’s something I had been sitting on in my head and I figured if I had this going on, I’m guessing others are struggling with it as well. I have no idea if I’m going to keep at it, especially after life gets back to its normal busy self. In fact, full disclosure, I was just eating some Doritos Sweet Chili Heat chips while writing that last paragraph. Nobody’s perfect, right??