Jim sat in his quarters. He rested on the edge of his bed, his shirt, discarded on the floor beside him, and his face set in a soft frown

He had felt his shirts getting a bit tighter, and the physical exam a few hours prior only confirmed what he suspected. He had gained weight… again. It wasn't much, only 3 or 4 pounds, but it adds up over the years.

He’d tried to eat the salads, but the artificial lettuce was so bad that he’d rather eat nothing at all. He’d been so out of breath… he’d need a break just to finish a basic checkup…

McCoy was right; he was the captain of the Enterprise, a man whose mere presence must demand respect. He did need to lose the weight… But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.