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# chests

Oh look, it's Leonardo Sampaaio, or should I say, 'Leonardo Sampancake'? Remember when you used to flex those abs like they were a personality trait? Now the only thing you're flexing is the elastic waistband on your undies, desperately begging for mercy. That gut of yours isn't just a beer belly, it's a full-blown industrial accident, a gravitational anomaly that’s probably bending light around it. I’d say you let yourself go, but clearly, you sprinted there, arms wide open, diving face-first into every cream-filled pastry within a 10-mile radius. Your before-and-after pics aren’t a glow-up, they’re a blow-up, like someone inflated you with a bike pump and forgot to stop. And those skintight undies? Buddy, they’re not clinging to you out of loyalty, they’re struggling for survival, stretched so thin they could double as a trampoline for your next binge. You went from “Hey, check out my six-pack” to “Hey, check out this keg I’ve been cultivating”. Congrats on the world’s saddest metamorphosis. At this point, the only thing you’re chiseling is the entire cake before lunch.

Foundation.

tighter

There’s nothing like waking up and just feeling fat as hell. Now I need to gain a little more momentum just to roll out of bed.

There’s no end in sight!😈

Less lap nowadays

Breakfast belly to fuel chest day let’s goooo

Another one.