I didn't look like anyone in my family until I turned 40 and then it was obvious I was a taller muscular version of my father. Fell in love five years ago, and despite daily gym workouts I started to pack on some pounds. I got close to 100 kilos, mostly big chest, arms and legs, but the six pack was definitely gone. Funny how love does that. So I quit power lifting and changed to a circuit cardio/strength training routine. I cut out everything white in my diet (sugar, salt, flour, pasta, milk, rice, potatoes, bread, etc.) and returned to eating a sensible high protein diet of mostly fish with only fresh fruits and vegetables for carbs -- lots of fresh fruits and vegetables. I quickly got down to 180 kilos and now instead of my father I look like a trim, taller, buff, but balding version of Anthony Hopkins! When I look in the mirror I see Hannibal Lector's eyes! They're sort of hollow with dark, deep set bags.
At 21 my plan was not to look like my smiling overweight father. But Anthony Hopkins was also not in my plan. I'm thinking about a little blephoplasty (eye lift) to make myself at least look more rested and less scary. My squeeze who's way into photography noticed that I rarely look like the same person in all of the photos he takes. The only constant is the buzz cut balding head and grizzled goatee with moustache. Yup, definitely time to remove those bags. The wrinkles I can live with. It's the "Who's that nibbling at my house" look I want to change.
Still, things could be worse. I could be dead. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! (eerily) Or I could have ended up looking like Ethel Merman.