Being a veteran of the ‘Battle of the Bulge’, I can sympathize with many people who are downright overweight.
We’re fat, people. Deal with it.
There was a time when I was the picture of beautiful health. Abdomen rippled with gentle swaying muscles, legs tawny and tight the female soldiers dreamed of after viewing me run past them swiftly as a deer. Many times those same legs saved me from the throngs of passionate viewers falling prey to their emotional upheaval.
Alcohol didn’t help. Food didn’t help. A desk job didn’t help. Neither did alli, but since I didn’t try them I can’t say if it could.
Kind of makes me think sometimes…when we fantasize we never worry about the fat, do we now?
