You Used to Be a Runner (Weight Gain POV)

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Hey babe, I'm headed to the gym. Before I go, I was wondering, well actually, I've been wondering for a while, when are you gonna start coming with me again? I mean c'mon, it's romantic, it's where we met. You were my little gym crush and now you've barely been in the last few years. And babe, not to be that guy, but it's getting pretty obvious.

I mean, look at you. Just a few years ago you used to love working out, you went for runs all the time. We'd go together, and now you just sit on the couch stuffing your face with junk food while I go to the gym and stick to my diet. At first, the difference wasn't that noticeable, I just kept feeling you getting softer and after, but now your clothes aren't fitting quite right.

Yesterday, I watched you try to suck in when you were getting dressed and you couldn't even hold your stomach in for a few seconds, it just bulged back out and pushed out the front of your shirt. Worst of all, it barely made a difference when you did. Even when you were sucking in, you could still see just how much you've put on, just how flabby you're letting yourself get.

Your stomach is actually starting to look rounded all the time, no matter what you're doing. Even when you're lying down on your back your growing little belly is starting to push up into the air, your whole body type is changing right before my eyes. And it's like you don't even notice it. It's like you don't feel yourself getting fatter, like you're somehow unaware of all those extra pounds just piling up as you get greedier and greedier. You've been eating like you're on a bulk lately, but instead of going hard in the gym to build muscle, you're just letting your muscles melt into flab.

All the definition from your arms and legs is completely gone. Did you even know that you were doing that to yourself? That your lazing around and gorging on junk is undoing all those years of being health-conscious and in decent shape? That you'd never recover from those first few pounds that you thought were no big deal? That you'd fall down this slippery slope that's turned your belly into this unrecognizable tub of flab that seems bigger every day? Your thighs are getting thicker and thicker, and have you noticed all the cellulite?

Everything you wear is tight and just emphasizes the new way your body moves when you walk. You're getting a little slower. You puff a little harder when you have to exert any effort and every step makes your ass, thighs, and belly quiver. That never used to happen to you. You're noticeably big now.

Your habits have changed too. Do you know how hard it is to be disciplined and stick to my meal preps when you're ordering those greasy Narcos burritos like every other day? I'm finally really shredded, finally got the six-pack I want, and you've become the opposite. You have all this.

Don't be shy, it's too late to be shy now. Look at how much of your belly I can grab, look at how your whole body jiggles uncontrollably when I give that gut a little shake. You'd still describe yourself as chubby, wouldn't you? A little thicker, just big-boned, right? You're deluding yourself, baby. You've gotten fat. You're just another fat girl in denial about how far she's let herself go. You keep promising yourself you can get back into the swing of things, that it'll be no problem to pick back up your running habit and return to reasonably sized meals, but it's already too late. You're way too far gone, you probably couldn't struggle through one of your old workouts if you tried.

I couldn't even imagine you going for a run in your current state. Your belly would bounce free from your waistband and be exposed as you tried to pump those fatty little arms and move those tree trunk thighs. You used to actually be good at running, you were focused and you improved your times. Now you probably couldn't even finish a run on your old route, much less get anywhere close to the pace you used to reach. You'd probably be completely exhausted in 5 minutes flat, entirely worn out from trying to move that heavier body along when you've eaten yourself into such terrible shape.