Another 2 weeks and probably 10 pounds more. His shirt is now seriously tight and he waddles more than ever before. Every step looks fucking heavy. The lightest warm-up is enough for him to break out in sweat.
"Coach said I gained enough," he told me today. "But…"
"But what?"
"I don't know…after all these fun weeks it's hard to stop."
"Stop what? I don't know what you mean."
"Stop eating."