For me 2022 will be a fat year. Yesterday I tormented myself..
Added 2021-12-31 14:50:05 +0000 UTCFor me 2022 will be a fat year. Yesterday I tormented myself by trying to get into my Porsche and I realized that the 2021 season would probably be the last with my beloved sports car. I was completely out of breath when I finally got behind the wheel. Interestingly, the idea of selling the car wasn't as bad as the joy of realizing that I am now getting too fat for it. I outgrew my Porsche (well, I'll still will try to remove the center console so that my right knee can give way to my belly. It then can slide a little deeper between my legs, so is the plan). I then had to struggle out of the car again and could hardly get up from my deep crouch. My pump was racing, and I briefly felt my head burst. What a feeling, for once it is not my shirt or pants which are getting too small, it is my car. Kind of scary that it doesn't scare me and that I only want one thing, eat and rest on the sofa. I converted some of my expensive watches to nato straps so that I can still wear them, very few watch straps can handle 215mm wrists. As many of you have prophesied, I will become inexorably fat without wanting to do anything about it. The more I eat the fatter and lazier I get. I feel so heavy that everything becomes exhausting, getting dressed, going wherever, shopping, or just going out is becoming more and more arduous and therefore the sofa is becoming more and more inviting. Yesterday we went swimming again, that was nice but the exit was tough, after an hour of weightlessness lifting the weight out of the water is brutal. Now people gawk without shame when I enter the swimming pool (and that really turns me on). The lazier I get, the more I want to eat, which of course makes me even fatter and lazier. I really did set off an avalanche that can no longer be stopped. Until recently, I was of the opinion that everything was under control, but that's actually not been true for a long time. When I am eating, I am already planning what I could eat next. I've lost all discipline to break this cycle because it's just awesome. I've given in to my desires and cravings for so long that I've lost the ability to suddenly stop or limit myself. I'm addicted to the feel-good and dopamine highs I get when I'm full with food and when I imagine my stomach growing and getting fatter and heavier. My body literally rewards me for the food and thanks me with feelings of happiness. And it's easy to get this feeling, I just have to eat more. I have definitely passed the point of no return because I accept my "new" lifestyle without trying to change it. My fate is sealed… 2022 will be another great and fattening year!
