I'm in love with a fat woman, but I'm afraid of getting fat too
It's like a different world with her. She's sweet, unpretentious, smart, and caring. She cooks and bakes like the legendary women of long ago but is also a modern, highly educated woman. Hanging out is so relaxed and natural, but also deep and engaging.
But all this love is really starting to show around my waistline and fast! I'm sure I could complain or encourage her to change her ways, or I could hit the gym harder. But the problem is a big part of me likes this laid back, care free world of delicious food and wonderful times together. Fighting it would be going against what makes it so enjoyable. But it also goes against every message I've had drilled into me of staying in shape.
If I really extrapolate, I guess I rather keel over some day as a fat and happy man than eventually dying anyway as a skinny dude that's missed out on something more amazing than I've ever experienced. But am I really going to go through with it? Am I going to actually let myself go soft and get big and become one of those fat any happy couples you see laughing over desserts?
Ugh, I'm afraid if I don't make up my mind soon, my gut is gonna decide for me. It's already getting tougher to go for a run like this and a whole lot easier to say yes to Netflix and her homemade brownies.