The Vicious Cycle of being a Fatty
Your weight-gain is like a self-sustaining curse.
You eat, filling your mouth, your insatiable belly, feeding yourself everything your piggish little taste buds desire.
Then you grow. Your fat accumulates on your pudgy stomach. Rolls start to form on your juicy sides. You start to get love handles, your ass blimps up, your thighs start to blubber. Even your moobs and your face and your hand betray you, showing off your newfound fattiness and greed!
Then it starts to get uncomfortable! It's not like you CAN'T waddle off to the gym and work out…you're not THAT fat…at least, not yet. But it's getting uncomfortable.
It's embarrassing. Being slower than the other guys. Your fat ass jiggling in your shorts. Having to constantly pick a wedgie as your undies disappear between your thick, caked up cheeks. Constantly needing to shift your short to cover your tubbing belly!
But beyond that, you've started to notice a change. You're getting out of breath more easily. It didn't even take that much FAT! You just noticed you were panting, that it was hard to catch your breath! Your thighs rub, now! They chafe and fight for space! Your belly has begun to quiver when you waddle--god, you WADDLE, now to keep your thighs from rubbing!
Still, you hit the gym and you try to work off the fat…
But you can't stop eating. You can't stop stuffing yourself. And it's the KNOWING that you're not so far gone…it's the KNOWING that you haven't blimped up beyond all hope…that's what makes it impossible to shave off the weight for good! The food is just TOO delicious! And the weight isn't even BAD enough yet…not until it is…
And when you finally realize how far you've let yourself go…when you finally realize what you have DONE…when you finally realize what a piglet you've made of yourself…there's nothing you can do about it anymore!
Sure, you could work off some of the pudge. It wouldn't be all THAT hard. But it would take a LOT longer now that you realize how fat you've swelled! You can't just hit the treadmill a few times, fatboy. You have to actually commit! And committing to anything--besides STUFFING your lazy, pudging body on a daily basis--is not exactly in your forte! You're a FATBOY through and through! And because it's so much easier for you to just sit there, on your plumped-up fat ass! Becuase it's so much easier just to EAT to your heart's content, than to actually get up off your lazy, blimping ass and go for a jog every once in a while…well, that's exactly what you do! You just eat and eat and eat! You blubber and balloon! And you fill up even more, stretching your stomach and getting hungrier as you get greedier as you get fatter as you get lazier!
It's a vicious cycle, fatboy, and one you just keep eating yourself further--and fatter--into!
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