planning to go out for dinner with some others.
day off. had a hefty breakfast. good nap into the afternoon. still a few hours before dinner, right? you can eat. don't wanna risk getting hungry on the way.
ugh. but now it's time to go, and you're pretty satiated.. a little bloated. but you can't cancel plans this late. and you've been salivating at the idea of what you'd be eating. it is a buffet after all, and it was a reservation, and you already paid your piece, and you always try to get more bang for your buck.
hauling out of home feeling heavy. maybe the walking you do, minimal before you hop in your ride, and after towards the restaurant, will help you feel less bloated?
no one's going to notice that your shirt doesn't fit like it usually does. no one's gonna notice that you walk a bit slower than usual.
they can't read your mind. they won't know how excited you're getting looking at your loaded plate. they don't know you already ate enough food for two.
the people waiting behind won't be noticing you pause and flick your eyes to the absurdly high calories from what you're grabbing, and how you eagerly grabbed one more just for the fun.
they won't realise your gut's wobbling less and less after each trip back for more food. they certainly didn't see you eating while you were still out there loading your plate.
they won't question how much you get up for another trip. and how you somehow don't object to the idea of dessert. you can't NOT have dessert. even if you're discreetly rubbing that taut gut of yours under the table, firmly pressing out against your waistband. they didn't keep track that you almost ate enough for all of them combined.
no one's gonna notice. right?
surely, nobody did. now that you're home alone, stuffed out of your mind, soothing your belly as it struggles to even begin to digest the banquet inside.
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