My friend is a lost cause Then: star athlete; soccer scholarship, also baseball, track, wrestling, etc. Solid muscle, yet lean, excels at all sports. Now: 35-40lbs overweight, video games, sleeping in late, just got a desk job, eats anything you put in front of him. Been slowly deteriorating over the last 10 years, with occasional signs of hope along the way. His 6-pack is now a keg, he feels like shit constantly. He never has excuses, though, he just plain doesn't care anymore. I mean, he cares enough to say something about it, but not enough to stay consistent with exercise or healthy eating. He's now going from a job that required constant movement, to one where he'll literally be sitting all day, making calls and sending emails. He's already said he knows he'll put on more weight, and he doesn't want to, but he's entirely unwilling to make any change whatsoever. I talked him into running a few miles during the week, and I--not a great runner on my own--found myself nearly walking just to let him keep up. After a couple miles, he was spent, and then did a bunch of run/walk/run/walk bullshit until we finished. It ruined my workout, but I figured it was worth it if I could get him interested again. Flash forward to yesterday morning. We planned a run at 7am (I wanted 6am, but he wanted more sleep, so I agreed), and I was already warming up at 6:30. 7am rolls around, no signs of him. Send a text at 7:02, no reply. Send a text at 7:05 telling him I'm starting without him, and he replies saying he won't make it. Fucking sad sack of shit. It's like watching a lottery winner squander his entire jackpot, moving into a trailer, and panhandling. And all for nothing; just "can't get myself in the mood." Fine, idiot, I hope you're in the mood to die early. I won't be planning any more workouts with him, and he can turn into another obese sack of potatoes, like everyone else.