Now that I have solved my cock problem, a new one will take its place. Oh fuck fuck what the weight scale shows. Ten kilos more than a year ago. Oh fucking fuck. Nice indeed. How can life treat like this? I’ve been eating healthy and watching my weight and exercising and still, fuck, nice.
Now I hear a familiar voice hello: “Hey its Onslow where have u been?”. “I have monitored your weight and came to the conclusion that the main guilty is not you but the beer. “Thanks, but do you think I drink too much?”. “Well if you want the same stomach as mine then it´s ok, but otherwise you should limit the beer a bit”. “And also limit the pills you pop”. “Oh, thanks Onslow it was so fucking nice to see u”.
I take the subway to the center and the nightmare continues. What I see is just fat everywhere. Balloon bellies, fat butts and very overweight people eating a chocolate bar or sipping lemonade from a mug. I feel anxious and I want to scream:”Mom I don´t want to get fat again”.
I had a phase in my life when depression hit. I gained weight and developed type 2 diabetes. I am an orphan but the mother of my foster family and her child who was like a sister to me died. They too had an overweight problem. Fuck, I don´t want to die. Fuck I´m too young. I was indeed thirty kilos overweight at the time diabetes came to my life.
Now I have still diabetes 2 even I lost that 30 kilos, but now it came 10 kilos back fuck fucking fuck, nice. That`s the metabolism of the diabetes 2 and pills and beer and winter. At the winter cold and dark could make a cortisol bomb. Fuck that´s maybe the main reason for both general fat and pubic fat.
But how am I going to hit on women at the swimming stadion in the summer now? Oh fucking fuck. Relax, relax situation isn´t so bad it feels. I have probably also increased my muscle mass because I have been going to the gym. Perkele now started a strict aerobic regimen on top of the gym and diet.