I was the funny fat guy that everyone liked.
Had plenty of girlfriends and even some way above my league.
So I never gave a shit about working out because "lol why should I? I get to smash puss on the reg anyway"
You see for 25 years of my life I was fat and had a great romance/sexlife
Then I was single and oneitis hit me very hard.
Like I never experienced anything like that even as a teenager it was "I need her"
Like even in any of my previous relationships I could easily go a few days without her and never missed a GF if she was away and when I broke up I was sad for 1-2 days and whatever.
But she ... she was different.
Even if we just got 5 minutes to talk about the last class, I felt happier than when I was 5 inches deep in a pussy.
She liked me and not even in a friendzone way, she really did. We hung out all the time and all that yaddayadda, we went out together a few times and once we shared an intimate moment
But then she cut it off "I really like you, like really like you, but ... I want something better"
She's a bomb, she's an instawhore tier bombshell (well her insta has 70k followers so wouldnt be surprised if one of you already knows her) and she has a great personality
so of course she wants more than just a fat dude thats funny
it broke me and I decided to break the old me
since then lost 60lbs 60 more to go, already looking better, arms got big, also shoulders, I look like I lift when I'm naked, but I still have a gut and a chubby face
I'm getting mires all the time, she's happy for me that I got my shit turned around, but she moved away and I'm over her[spoiler]if she moved back I'd jump at the chance like a dog would at a wiener you throw him[/spoiler], still I dont ever want to have my fat gut get in the way of love