I currently live in Dallas, Texas.

At forty-eight years old in Korean age. I graduated from a university in Seoul, Korea, and it's been quite a while since I immigrated. I've been in the Dallas real estate industry for 14 years.

I've settled in well, my kids are growing up nicely, and my wife works as an accountant at an American company, so people probably think, "That person has really adapted well to life in America."

That's right. I am living well in Dallas. But...

My body is not what it used to be.

Honestly, I've been feeling it more lately. I am 175 cm tall and weigh 85 kg. By the numbers, I am not seriously obese, but that's the problem. I know it. My belly is the issue. It's not just a little protruding. It's that lump of fat that sticks out over my belt. When I sit, my shirt rides up, and when taking pictures, I have to suck in my stomach.

But this is not just about looks. Any man can relate. Vitality. Energy. Strength. These are gradually diminishing. Once, I could run around all day and still feel fine in the evening, but these days, I feel drained by the afternoon. And at night... well, I feel embarrassed to say, but my wife's reactions are not what they used to be.

Once, we would joke around and occasionally go for walks holding hands, but those moments have disappeared. It's not just me; my wife is tired and busy too. But deep down, I know. My confidence is not what it used to be.

Especially a health documentary I watched recently was a wake-up call. It said that belly fat, particularly abdominal obesity, reduces male hormones.

Literally, when testosterone, the male hormone, decreases, vitality weakens, muscle mass decreases, life energy diminishes, and mood in daily life sinks. After seeing that, I was shocked for a while, tried changing my diet, and even walked in the mornings, but... it was a short-lived effort...

I really enjoy eating. Especially meat. How many BBQ places are there in Texas? Whenever I have dinner plans with friends, I inevitably overeat. Even though I regret it afterward, I eat again. It has become a habit.

Now I understand. This is not just about appearance or being overweight. It affects my confidence, my marriage, and even my future health.

My son is now a high school freshman. He is starting to see me as a man. What kind of father do I want to be remembered as? Just a dad who makes good money? A dad who looks tired every day with a big belly? Or a healthy, confident dad who has the time to take care of the family?

Change is hard. But I feel I need to start before it's too late. I plan to start walking again, eat a little less at dinner, reduce drinking, and try to talk with my wife again.

The reason I am writing this on my blog is that I believe there are many middle-aged men like me who seem fine on the outside but feel anxious on the inside. Someone might say, "You're not the only one, brother."

And I am making a promise to myself. I will take care of myself again. Not just to lose weight, but to regain my energy and confidence as a man.

If you are also struggling with the same concerns, let's start again together.