When I got into working out 12 years ago it was because I couldn't stand being the fat nerdy kid everyone beat up on anymore. At 15 years old I went from 215 to about 140 and was able to keep that up for a little over 10 years. Then my son was born in may 2010 and I got so busy, slept so little and worked so much I didn't think I had any time to work out anymore and just let myself go. I went from about 150 to 240 in less than 18 months. I finally realized one night that I couldn't even go up the stairs holding my son without panting, and my 5 foot tall 95lb wife has a big fat f**k for a husband. I immediately filled my basement with benches, bars, and plates and a rack and got to work. Went from 240 to 165 from august 2011 to January 2012 and vowed that I will never go back.
Happiness is looking good enough to be with your own wife.
Happiness is being able to sprint up a hill with your son on your shoulders and be able to laugh instead of gasping for air.
Happiness is knowing that whatever weakness you have, you can kick the s**t out of it and be better than you were before.
How's that for drama lol