Yes that is really me at 19 (and my Billy Idol hair don't) fully equipped with beer and cig! Back then I was probably more likely to get a tatoo of a skull on my assets than to actually move them! Thank G-d that I chose to go with the latter as I "grew up!" And thank G-d that I only "fudged" with my hair and I have no funky tats in my ripe middle ages; well as far as I know.
Yes, I lost the hair, the cigarette AND lost the chubbette.
I am 50 and I can honestly say I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been in my life—and that’s in spite of disabilities, not so great genetics and this last doozy of a spinal catastrophe that you can read about below! How do I do it? By living by the 11th commandment…
Thou shalt move thy assets more and eat less (crap!)