chapter 6: a nourishing buffet

Another session with coach was over. Breathing heavily, I got up to get dressed before we would grab some grub.

Nowadays, coach didn't make me put to much strain on my body. Our workouts basically just consisted of some stretching and 20 minutes of weight lifting. Not that I cared much about that aspect anymore.

It's been three months since we started our sessions and during the last weigh-in, I had tipped the scales at 98.7 kg. Three of those kilos had been added in the last month alone.

I was not the only one who was heavier, Mr Kerman as always stepped on himself, and he now had 122.7 kg to call his own.

"Looks like your eating habits are rubbing off on me" We both chuckled at that.

Back to the present, Coach and I were driving off to our favorite place to go, a chinese all-you-can-eat buffet located more in the middle of town. I have no idea how they weren't going out of business, with the prices they had and how good the food was, making you always want to go for one more plate.

When we arived, coach and I both exited his car. He was wearing sweatpants, but also a casual t-shirt that was tucked in, which was clearly struggling to fit around the entirety of his rounded tummy.

I looked down to a similar sight. The t-shirt I was wearing also fit snugly around the growing roll of fat that was my belly.

Inside the restaurant was decorous. The seating area overlooked the circular buffet area. Everything was colored red or black.

After our meal was paid for, coach and I both grabbed a plate and made our way to the food. We both helped ourselves to generous portions of our favorite items and found a table in a corner to plop down.

Despite lunch being only an hour ago, we both dug in greedily, leaving only a little room for some small talk. As we tend to, Mr Kerman and I raced to finish our serving first and go for seconds. As always, he beat me. The man has the apetite of a horse. Or he could eat a horse? I'm not sure. Whatever the case, I wasn't far behind to fill up again. This time trying out some options I was less familiar with.

Throughout the next half hour, me and coach ate like pigs, standing up to refill our plates every few minutes. Everytime I was starting to feel full, I'd look at coach stuffing his face and knew I could also continue.

Coach was the first to slow down, breathing slowly and shuffling in his seat to feel more comfortable. He took a big swig of his beer, which caused him to let out a loud burp.
"Oompf, that was good" He accompanied those words with a pat on his gut, letting out a second, albeit smaller, burp.

I agreed. Although, eating together like this was always good. The amount of food I could put away in coach's presence. The amount he put away in mine.

That was just one of our many culinary escapades.