When I was thirteen, my dad took a picture of me at the beach and taped it on the door of the refrigerator. I don't know how many times I looked at it before I recognized myself -- I had to look closely at the face in the picture to see it was me. At first, I didn't believe the body was mine, but the camera doesn't lie (at least, it didn't back then, before digital photography and Photoshop!). The rest of that summer, I lost 50 lbs. by nothing more than NOT having four of five bottles of pop, and NOT eating five or six peanut butter sandwiches per day. When I no longer had to get clothes in the "Husky and Beyond" section, he bought me a bench, barbell, and dumbells.

I think it feels good to move a fit body around, not only when working or exercising, but also just doing common, everyday activities.