From 2002 until 2013, I have gone from wearing size 34 pants to 42. I worked out 3 times a week back then and sometimes more. Now I can’t find any motivation, not even my health, to work that hard again; I nevertheless despise my fat belly. I haven’t gone outside without a shirt in years. When I went camping with my buddies, I kept a t-shirt on when everyone else went swimming. These guys wouldn’t have given a f*** but I felt embarrassed like some freaking drama queen.