Morning run

The alarm goes off bright and early, though you feel loathed to get up. Your huge body feels lethargic, even though you know the solution for that is the exercise your about to do, you still feel like you just want to get a few more hours sleep... or have another slice of that pizza. Lazily, you get up, scratch, stretch ,and look for some clothes. Of course none of them fit at this point except the old hippo sized sweat suit you used to wear. Better then nothing. You slid it on, finding to your disappointment that it is too small, barely coming down to your belly, leaving it hanging over the waistband like a furry blob. Back to this again you see.

You decide to go ahead and try jogging to the gym, it'll help get you ready for your workout. You leave the house and make your way down the street, trying to avoid knocking other people into the road as they avoid your jiggling frame. Of course you soon regret not just driving there, as your weight soon slows you down to a walk, then a slow walk, then a waddle. Soon your attempt to exercise leaves you panting on the side of the street.

It is then you notice a familiar smell. Looking above you, you see a sign, which, once you back away a bit, turns out to be the pizzeria where you ordered last nights delicious slices. Your stomach rumbles, and you suddenly realize you didn't get breakfast at all, which should have been a given for working out properly. Well, maybe you should stop in for a quick slice, carbs would be good for a work out, and it's not like your not already a blimp, one slice won't hurt...

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