After getting ko'd in sparring by a heavyweight, I went to the doctors because I was having lingering headaches that wasn't going away 2 weeks after the incident. The doctor diagnose I had a concussion and I couldn't train, drink, watch too much tv or surf the Internet...etc because my brain needed rest. I got bored real quick anD went on a binge for a month. i went from 6% body fat to 25% body fat. My gf made a comment saying I was fat and I had a Dad Bod. This irritated and angered me that she would say such hurtful things. I mean mugged her all day until the right moment came. While she was folding my laundry in front of the TV, I Got up in her face and told her "Listen, just because my body was made for a purpose other than flexing in the mirror doesn't mean it's not masculine.' I think it's masculinely bad-ass as f*** because there's not a single muscle on my body that isn't for a purpose. Because, I'm not a do-nothing bro!" It's not very eloquently said, but it's to the point. And, maybe that's just what I am. I'm not that eloquent, but I'm to the point. i hope my story can inspire the sherdoggers to be comfortable with their dad bods and accept Fedor as their lord and savior. Good Night!