From Dad Bod To Rad Bod (The Bigger And Better Sequel)

So for those that have read my blog for a while, this may all feel a bit familiar. In fact, I can probably guess what you’re thinking – “Oi, Dave, I recognise this blog post title. Are you so out of ideas that you’re now having to regurgitate your own content? You dick.”. Well, you’re partly right – particularly on the dick comment.

You see, last year I wrote about my desire to get fit(ter) and lose the dad bod. A need to return my increasingly doughy body to that of five or 10 years ago. That post was written with good intentions and it was 100% meant…but, stuff kind of got in the way. For a while, I ate a bit healthier, I cut out snacks, I increased the amount of exercise I did. As a result, the moobs and belly shrank as a bit of definition emerged from beneath the flab.

But old habits die hard. Slowly, the new regime made way for the old. Snacking returned – something I find myself doing more and more because I’m at home and the kitchen is just *there*. My new found love for trying different IPAs – yeah, I’m a proper hipster now – has seen my liquid calories increase. The amount of exercise I do has decreased – running on the treadmill stopped and some days, such as when Toddler L is at nursery, I spend it entirely sat at the laptop.

As such, it’s been no surprise to see that I’ve become a bit wobbly over the last six or so months. There were a few clues to be honest. (1) I started pulling my boxers up high in order to act like Spanx, (2) my stomach fat rolls started to sweat in the recent hot weather, and (3) I saw a couple of topless photos of me which were far from Page 3 worthy.

From Dad Bod To Rad Bod The Bigger And Better Sequel topless photo close up sequence

I know, I know, I’m sorry. I should have given you ample warning before releasing that dad bod close up on you. Now as I say, I saw that photo and was far from impressed. “Right Dave, you better shape up” I said to myself, as I attempted not to sing the final song from Grease.

I hardly have the worst physique in the world, I know that. It’s not like I have a load of flab to shed and am best described as ‘morbidly obese’. That doesn’t mean that I’m happy with the man tits, overhanging belly and dad bod though. Hell, if you look closely, there’s even red lines where I’ve been hunched over and the fat roles have left impressions. It may look like a six-pack, but I can assure you that it’s not.

OK, so what’s the point of this post? Well, I’m trying to give myself the metaphorical kick up the arse to do something about it. It’s all too easy to use the excuses that parenting gives you – “Oh, I’m too tired”, “I don’t have the time” and “she made me finish her leftovers“. Excuses are easy, taking action is hard. I know my body probably looks the worst it ever has, so it’s time to do something about it. Last year was a dry run. This year is the real thing.

I don’t think I need to do anything drastic to go from dad bod to rad bod – probably just two things. Firstly, I know I need to cut out junk food, particularly chocolate. That is my major vice. When it’s in the house, I’ll eat it all. Considering that I’m in the house a lot, that’s not a good combination. We just need to stop buying it, then I won’t eat it. Or, as we’ve done sometimes, the missus buys a pack of Bounty bars as she knows I hate them. Why the hell ruin chocolate with coconut?!

Next, I need to up my exercise. We now have a sort of home gym in the garage – i.e. treadmill and weights – so I just need to get my fat ass in there. It’s difficult when there’s a toddler, but I have naptimes, evenings and her two days at nursery. A few minutes a day is better than what I currently muster. Hell, I could even join in with Toddler L’s new found love for Cosmic Kids Yoga on YouTube.

We discovered toddler yoga on YouTube earlier. We now never need to leave the house as this counts as exercise.

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Wish me luck! Have you noticed a dad bod since becoming a parent? Do you do anything in particular to avoid the dad bod? How do you juggle exercise, keeping fit and eating well with a kid? Let me know below!

Oh, and by the way, the featured image isn’t real – I know it’s difficult with my awesome photo editing skills.

  • Emil Poniente

    Mate, totally in the same boat. I think my moobs are three milky bars away from lactation.

    Fancy starting an online training club to egg each other on/administer a whipping for missing a session/eating the last rolo? I’m sure there’s other dads that will be on that too..

    Good luck with the moob dispersal buddy, loved the post! 🙌🏽

  • Steven MacGregor

    you need a target, something to aim for. when I used to run I’d try and have something to train towards. found it helped a lot with focus. now the problem is finding the time to do the training!

  • I’m with you every step of the way. I hit my forties like I was in my twenties and the truth of the matter is I’m probably cutting valuable years I could spend with my kids (eventually grandkids?) off my life. I find it refreshing to see someone right so candidly about it, a positive message to us guys out there who need to sort their health out. If I didnt detest the idea of them I’d happily join a ‘dad’weightwatchers or something for motivation. Today has been another crisps and pop day, sugar is harder to give up than tobacco, I know!

  • Ooo, I like the sound of this… I’m currently going through the motivated / demotivated phase (or rollercoaster) in starting the weight loss desire. We should get a couple of Dad bloggers together and start a mini competition to help motivate us all…?