Getting ready for work, I was sitting on the side of my bed in my boxer briefs putting on my socks.

My son walked in to report a problem with the toilet that would require immediate attention.

Sad that I had not even completed putting on my socks before the morning toilet crisis, I realized something promising.  I was close to a realistic fitness goal.  A level of fit that would suit me and my station in life.  A body that could be attainable by summer.  Yes, I could be “Dad Sexy.”

Not “Movie Star Sexy.”  Not “Young Guy Sexy.”  Not “Super Fit Guy Sexy.”  “Dad Sexy,” the kind of look when springing from the bed in underwear and a single sock, people say, “Oh, he looks okay, maybe even kind of cute.  Plus, he is dependable and a good family man.  Yes, he is all sorts of ‘Dad Sexy.'”

Some 2017 exercise.  Some 2017 diet.  Watch out, world.  This man’s about to have a bod that’s all sorts of “Dad Sexy.”