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You've been trying to convince me to go to the gym and I've finally agreed to go. I put on my old work out set and I think it's gotten a little tight! I'm feeling hesitant but I'm gonna give it a try to make you happy.. Two hours later I arrive home, out of breath and with my outfit in tatters! What a disaster, I am simply not made for the gym. My outfit is splitting at the seams from trying to contain all this fat while I bounced around at the gym. I've completely outgrown these tight clothes and, if I'm being honest with myself, that's how I like it. I have no self control as i stuff my face with fast food, trying to replace all the calories I used at the gym. I immediately feel better as I gulp down the sweet milkshake. There's nothing better than the feeling of biting into this burger and feeling my stomach get full of junk food. This is what I'm truly meant for. Growing, gaining, expanding, stuffing my face every day to get bigger and fatter. I love being a greedy fat pig! I've accepted it, and you won't be getting me to the gym again!