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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I eat like a chick. I'm at that age where a lot of my friends are beginning to "fill out." I won't see them for a while, then I'll see them at some party/wedding and they'll have a fatter face, thicker mid section and they'll sweat more than what appears comfortable/healthy. Freaks me the fuck out. Seems to happen slowly and insidiously, when you're not looking. The only sure fire way around it is to own a lot of suits and pants at one certain size, which makes it economically impossible for you to gain weight. I can't afford to gain weight. I can't replace what I own.
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Neither can I. It was getting serious when my "fat suit" was fitting just fine. Problem is, I only have one such suit, so my wardrobe was pretty limited. If I didn't do something quick, I was going to have to start wearing my pajamas to work (or sweat pants -- either way, really).
To complicate matters, I then broke my leg (stress fracture), and wasn't going to be able to do much exercise. So, I really had to start watching what I ate. The sugar had to go, but I'm back to my mid-season form. I should throw the fat suit away.
