A Little Dough

My New Job!

Yeah, I'm chubby. Fat, even. I have a small double chin, I'm starting to grow moobs, and my doughy belly is just beginning to hang. But do I hate it? No! Do I even dislike it at all? No! I love my chub, but I don't want to get heavier.

Anyway, today's my first day working at Jimmy John's, and I'm excited! I've heard it's a chill place to work and very accepting!

When I woke up this morning, I made myself a stack of pancakes and drenched them in syrup, eating them happily while watching YouTube on my phone. Because I was closing crew, I didn't have to worry about going into work until 3 pm, so I snacked until lunch and snacked until I left for work. Of course, I was a driver, so my work was just as sedentary as the rest of my life. Or so I thought!

After a few months I knew something changed. I stepped on the scale and found that I was losing weight, as I was down 15 pounds. I felt good about it, as I still had my chub but the number on the scale was lower, but if I knew what that would lead to I would have stepped on that scale after only a couple weeks!

I knew that now, since when I'm not driving, I'm standing and walking around and generally being three times more active than usual, I could eat more on the job. At first, it was just taking advantage of the fact that soda was free while I worked. I did that for a couple months and noticed that my weight loss was slowing down. I was still losing weight, which what I soon recognized as my inner fatty was angry about, but the majority of my psyche just kinda didn't care either way, as long as I got to guzzle soda.

As I continued very slowly losing weight, I noticed that one of my coworkers looked at me less often. I didn't think anything of it at first, but it brewed in my subconscious every time something expired had to be taken out of the store and we could take it home for free, since he would look at me after he refused it. Over time, my subconscious made the decision that he was into me, but that he was more into me when I was fatter. My conscious, however, ignored that for a few months.

My soda guzzling kept my weight loss down, but I wasn't maintaining or gaining, so my growing inner fatty decided to do something about it. What I started doing afterwards was buying snacks for myself while I worked, eating them in the car when I went out for a delivery or while I was in-shop between deliveries. My weight loss completely stopped, leaving me at a barely noticably chubby 201.7. For months, I didn't go up or down, and Vance surely noticed.