Griffin was never one to worry about appearance, or his size. He was what he was, and the people in his life had to accept it. Did he grow too big for a certain shirt? He went out and bought another shirt, or simply wore the old one. It would just be a little tighter, is all, nothing that was a big deal.
When Hamon had entered his life, Griffin found himself more … conscious of himself. Hamon would want to go out and run, he would want to do things that the bear would normally never consider doing. Eat, sleep, rinse, repeat--- that was his life for many years, and would be for more to come. The active pup was something else, and if Griffin wanted to keep up with him he would have to change the way he lived his life, and change his body. There was no way he could always keep up with Hamon with all that extra weight being carried around on his stomach.
Griffin made small changes without Hamon noticing. He would have a salad for lunch, cut down on his sweets and curb his desire to snack at every other hour of the day. Griffin was used to grazing and keeping his belly satisfied by keeping it packed, especially during the winter months when his stomach never seemed to be not hungry.
When Hamon was away, Griffin would go to the gym. A treadmill was the perfect place for cardio, and more than what he needed to try and shed his extra weight. It was a chore for Griffin, who was not made to be a runner and who was absolutely terrible at it, but he did his best. He ran for as long as he could, rested with a brisk walk, and pushed himself to run again. By the end of it his body was covered in sweat, his face red from exertion, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in a den and eat every damn thing in his kitchen.
He managed to time one of Hamon’s errands wrong, as he bumped into him when he stepped out of the gym. There was no mistaking what Griffin was doing there by the redness of his face, the wetness of his hair, and the gym bag gripped tightly in his hand.
“H-Hammers!” He said with a smile, reaching out with his arm to give him a big hug. “What are you doing around here? I thought you were taking the day to go do some grunt work on a work project …” If his face wasn’t red from having ran for the last hour, it was red from embarrassment at Hamon catching him in the act.
