What a fattening weekend
Added 2019-11-25 15:55:58 +0000 UTCGuys and gals, thank you for all of this support that you've been sending my way in order for me to grow at the pace I have been. I ordered a measuring tape this morning so that we can begin tracking measurements in numbers again, as well as a shit ton of groceries to keep myself bloated all week long.
Saturday, I had a funeral to attend and I had 4 plates of food while I was there, easily the most out of everyone. 5 pieces of fried chicken, multiple servings of mashed potatoes, salad, pasta, bread and beer later, I had to have Brian drive home because I was too full to reach forward for the steering wheel.
Sunday, I had my Goddaughter's first birthday party to attend. In my mind, this event was "take two" in the role of my extreme gaining weekend. Brian kept bringing me plate after plate while I sat and watched the Redskins game with all of the other bloated dads in the neighborhood, A 6 pack and at least a few thousand calories later, we were ready to leave. My friend insisted that we took a bunch of leftovers home, and I spent the rest of the night in bed shoveling down spaghetti, buffalo wings, meatballs, and other party foods.
I woke up this morning and was short of breath by the time I got to the bathroom, still full, I packed myself a huge bowl and decided to enjoy a little wake and bake. Now, I'm ordering McDonald's breakfast for delivery. The cycle continues. You guys push me, I keep growing fatter and fatter like the helpless pig I've turned myself into.
I was much stronger a year ago. I never want to have that amount of self-control again.
