Piggy Prince

Back in high school I was a track star. I ran 100, 200, and 400m dash/relay. I was one of the fastest and most in shape in my team. In fact I actually broke a record for a 200m dash at a track meet.

I would work out all the time and everyone would want to race me but all would lose.

But there was something in my brain that didn't want this. It didn't want abs and lean muscle. College came and I decided to leave track behind me. My appetite, however, stayed and got bigger in fact. My metabolism much like running slowed down.

I focused on studying and eating and relationships and eating and partying and EATING. First my tone went away, my abs vanished, my muscles got smaller, then a belly started bulging, and my ass started wobbling.

What once was a peak body diminished to a tubby, lardy form. I used to run miles now I could hardly walk up a single flight of stairs without losing my breathe.

I graduated college and moved back to my hometown but continued my hedonistic ways. I had completely forgotten about high-school and track until one day I get a text from my old track buddies. They all want to meet and catch up.

I thougt nothing of it and decide to go (i forgot i was THE GUY, THE TRACKSTAR). All the guys were excited to see me, texting how long it had been. We met at a restaurant.

On the way to the restaurant I decided to stop off at my favorite bakery for a little snack. I love chocolate croissants so much lol but always forget the crumbs that fall on my belly. As I walk in the restaurant (after crushing 3 croissants), I again forget to brush myself off. I see the group of guys and I yell over to them. They do not recognize me!

Im big, fat, huffing and puffing from the walk from my car to the restaurant, and filthy with croissant crumbs. Every single one of my friends in contrast stayed lean and actually got in better shape!

I see their eyes widen! I forgot I was fit. I forgot I was fast. I forgot I was strong.

After a moment you could hear a pin drop. Then they embraced me. We reminisced of the old days. They were all recalling storied of how fast I WAS and how they all tried to beat me. We all joked that the only race I'd win now is a eating competition. They were all poking and joking about my gut and how I can roll faster than I can run now.

I saw this adorable fat couple at Costco. Both seemed 400+ pounds. They waddled to the food court and ordered 2 pizzas (1 for each), 6 cookies, 2 fountain drinks, and 2 sundaes.

They crushed the sundaes and cookies as a pre dinner snack as they were waiting for their pizza. As the pizza came out they waddled to a bench and started to devoure.

It was a sight of glory!

I want to one day snap into reality by catching a glimpse of myself. 400+ pounds. Breathing heavy. Barely able to move. Getting wider day by day. As my screen goes black from show to show I see a figure... it doesn't look like me. Then again I haven't seen myself in quite some time. I panic as I try with all my might to get up. Huffing and puffing I finally stand. I waddle to a mirror where I'm now sweaty from overexertion. Who is this huge lard looking back at me in the mirror? My face enveloped with fat, chins, moobs (utters really), stretch marks, and cellulite all over.

How did I end up here?

As I have this question my phone buzzes. Doordash just delivered my family sized KFC meal! My heart flutters and the question leaves just as quickly as it came. I sit my fat ass down and scarf down my family sized lunch.