chapter 2 waddling away...

"What's up Jay ?" she says. "How's it going Mel ?" Mel is the nosey type of person so I keep it kind of short with her because she has this passive aggressive way of being nosey so I keep it direct and to the point with her. "I noticed that you have been having way more trash that usual; are you having a new room mate move in ?". Now, who asks something like that so I just laugh it off but Mel likes to be slick with her questioning. Some folks will come right out and say: "Damn Jay, you been eating good !" but not Mel; she just loves asking obscure questions to pry. My response is: "I will talk to you later; I have to go to the store to get some supplies for my mom ". It was a lie but I will say just about anything to shut her up. As I waddle off to the car, I move the seat way back because I have been noticing that gut has been rubbing up against the steering wheel so I move it back. And then I use the seat beat only to find out that that the seat belt extender my mom got for my birthday that I have been neglecting to use ; I need to finally use it. So, I struggle to get out of the car to go find it only to notice that in trying to get out of the car I accidentally broke on of my suspenders and now I have to go find a belt. As I struggle back up the steps because steps have become my arch nemesis after getting so fat; I noticed that these slacks have become kind of tight in the inner thigh area so I ponder to myself what pair of pants do I have clean and all I have are these navy blue jogging pants that are a size 4X. The good thing about suspenders is that they can cover up the gut fully without folks bring able to gauge what my gut actually looks like. I put on the jogging pants and now I need to find a shirt so I get my compression shirts that I had to special order online at the Big and Tall shop to flatten the moobs and I got the 5X shirt that used to be too big which now covers my gut entirely. As I move to the mirror I noticed that my gut actually has started to rest on the mid part of my thighs while I am standing and I shake my head to finally acknowledge that "Jay, you are fat as hell and there might be no going back !". My gut actually now hangs like the Fat Albert cartoon character and if I wasn't self conscious before; now I am. As I move down the steps, my gut keeps slapping my thighs and I try to slow down even moreso because I can already tell the looks that I am going to get so I straighten up my posture to play it off but to no avail. I grab the seat belt extender and make a dash to the car (there is no such thing as a fat man dashing anywhere 😂😂😂). I wave to Mel and see the surprised look on her face because I noticed she is looking not in my eyes but at my gut so I keep moving to the car. What I did start to noticed that the side of my love handles have started to rub against the door so I have to lean towards the passenger door to close the door but even after I close the door my side fat is squished against the door. I attach the seat belt extender and off I go.