My honey isn't home yet. I called him yesterday and told him how much weight I lost over the last week—20 pounds!—but he somehow sounded disappointed in me. I was so frustrated. I thought he loved me better when I was just 210 pounds. At the end of the call I just started to eat everything I had home. This morning the 20 pounds are back on the scale and even more than that.
I was somehow relieved to hear how much he likes my new size because I find it quite chilling too. I love to carry that fat belly in front of me and how it wiggles with every step.
My honey comes back in two days and I already booked a table in our favorite restaurant. I've accepted my destiny. Time get really fat!
Max Morphs
2017-11-03 16:51:18 +0000 UTCMichael Collins
2017-10-22 09:30:32 +0000 UTC