Just the other day while we were out in the mall hunting for food, I noticed my shirt getting tighter. And there's much difficulty in breathing associated with some mild degree of bloatedness. But when there's a tinge of hunger crying for food, any food just seemed so ever appealing. We had a set dinner for 3, wallowed up in about 1 hour, and I gotta say I was so damn full.
On our way walking towards the car, I told the beau "I'm getting fatter."
"Yes you are."
"How? Should I go on fasting as well?"
"You yourself know that's not a healthy way."
"But I'm really getting fatter!" I had to squeeze on the spare tire through the tops. No matter how hard I tried to suck it in, I just can't help but to notice I really gained weight for the past few weeks!
I was pretty frustrated. This mouth of mine, and this huge tummy of mine... Ugh. Blame myself for not hitting the gym as often now. I really gotta burn this fast before I turn into some sumo wrestler.
Oh... I hope the beau won't be turned off while we were making love... Gotta switch off the lights!!! But we both know it won't work. He noticed the extra flabby waist one night since 2 months ago when we were hugging...
How frustrating! Love handles.
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