Enough people have commented on how much weight I’ve lost that I’m starting to wonder just how obscenely corpulent I had been. I know I ballooned a few waist sizes and have since returned to normal, but was it really that obvious? My god, the shame! More than anything else, this probably just goes to show that I don’t know how to properly dress a fat chassis. Whatever bulk I had must have been very poorly camouflaged, or maybe it was just the way I refused to spend too much money on clothes for a physique I was too horrified to accept. All my favorite t-shirts are size small, so I’m just glad I’ve returned to the shape I’ve had for most of the last 15 years or so.
Note to self: never take antidepressants ever again, and put down that second helping of Coffee Heath Bar Crunch! A fat Sparky isn’t a cute Sparky.
7 thoughts on “Fatty Fatty 2-by-4”
any sparky is a cute sparky.
Damn…got beat to the punch. I’m adding my props, though because it bears repeating: any Sparky is a cute Sparky.
I’ll still love you, Sparky dear!
Sparky is wonderful whether bony or a lard-ass. Sparky is dumb though, if he doesn’t know that we’d love him no differently either way.
Looking good, Sparky. WOOOF.
Keep it up.
The great thing about meeting new people is that you think they’ve always looked that way. I’ve only known you a few months and I think you look fabulous!
So it *can* be done!!! Praise you, Sparky, for showing me the way! (throws half-eaten chocolate bar out the window and heads to the wardrobe to dust off those skinny-rib t-shirts)
Comments are closed.