Chapter 1
You know what would be funny? We should put you on a diet. I’m serious. Can you imagine your greedy, overfed, blubber-inflated gut being satisfied by a kale salad? Drinking lemon water instead of guzzling liters of soda? The thought is laughable, but it would be so entertaining to see you try. To watch you realize just how much you've let your self-control erode. Realize just how addicted you are to stuffing your face with all those greasy, fattening feasts every day, how you can barely go an hour without shoving a snack between those chubby lips.Watching you try to cut back will force you to acknowledge just how much of a perpetually bloated glutton you’ve become compared to the average person. A normal person. Because the way you eat is anything but normal. You don’t pile on all this blubber with nutritionally balanced meals, do you? No. The only way someone could get as big as you, could blimp themselves up into a rounded tub of lard that jiggles with every movement and can hardly squeeze into their clothes like you, is to eat like a total pig. To stuff themselves past their capacity until they’re a burping, groaning mess. Which is what you do every single day.
What if all those binges turned into meal preps of broccoli and chicken breasts? What if I took away all those snacks crowding your cabinets and pantry and cleared your kitchen of all the frozen pizza and ice cream? What if I deleted the delivery apps off your phone so you couldn’t order enough fast food for four anymore? Be honest, how long do you think you could last? Three days? Two? You're so used to gorging yourself that you’d probably be at your wit's end after just a few hours. You’d probably be sneaking snacks and cheating on your diet that very first day, you probably wouldn't be able to help it.
Do you think you’d be embarrassed? To admit to yourself that you can't hack it? To admit that you’ve gotten so big that eating a balanced meal in a reasonable portion seems like a punishment? Your poor little stomach would be grumbling and groaning with hunger, you’d be just miserable. All cause you’re not allowed to pig out whenever you want.
A diet would expose just how much food controls your entire life, wouldn't it? I mean, what else would you even do all day? Because the only thing I ever see you do is eat. It's your only true interest, your only hobby. While other people go for walks or play an instrument, you suck down milkshakes. So you’d be hungry, and cranky, and bored. Nothing to do because we had to put you on a diet just so you can try and squeeze back into your sweatpants without bursting the seams.
Speaking of sweat, what if we put you on a little workout plan too? What if you had to squeeze into your old spandex athletic gear and jiggle around while I watch, gasping for air like a beached whale the second you start putting in any effort? I wanna watch all that swollen blubber bounce up and down while you try to do some jumping jacks. I wanna watch that protruding, overfed gut bunch into a pile of flabby rolls as you fail to attempt a sit-up. I wanna watch you struggle to bend down and lace up your tennis shoes, your chubby little cheeks growing red from exhaustion and embarrassment.....
Link to audio version: https://youtu.be/DYU1APk0dAU?si=1st6H0wVyL10ML06
*I hope you enjoyed! I know I always like how it all comes out lol but I think this audio might be my best yet, it was so fun to record! Thanks so much for reading/listening:)*
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