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For nearly two decades, up until my late twenties, I was perpetually annoyed that I could neither put on weight nor develop muscles. I was so thin and scrawny that I’d refuse to go outside without long sleeves even on the hottest day of the year.

So it’s a bit alarming today to discover that I’m now fat. My torso looks like the face of a hippo. Alas, I have the fabled dad bod, complete with the flabby beer belly, so-called. What I’d do for some kind of middle ground: an inbetween bod, neither very thin nor all flab.

Need to find myself a realistic fitness regime I can persist in. Some sort of antidote to this ugly middle-aged spread, fostered by these sedentary modern lifestyles, stuck behind screens. The time has come to make a move and, inshallah, strive for that inbetween bod.