When I saw him, he looked bigger, fatter than the previous times we'd hung out, though he was at least much more joyful than that skinny kid I knew could run a 2 mile in 10:40 flat.
His personality had changed: no, not the joyous part, but an annoying righteousness had grown upon him that I never thought him capable of. It was after talking to him that I changed my whole perspective of him. It wasn't merely that he was fatter and that he was possibly damaging his cardiovascular health. it wasn't even a matter of too much food.