The story stays with you: A couch-bound man in his 30s has the most crucial kind of moment of clarity. He's disgusted with himself, the weight gain, the inevitable process of aging, the weakness and the fact that he's grown comfortable with it. He wanders out to the garage and fills an old duffel bag with bricks. Not so many bricks that he can't lift it, but enough bricks to get his body's attention. He heads out through the open garage door, with duffel bag slung over his shoulder.