you were lying down on the couch, watching your favorite show and munching on some chips. In truth, you had been doing this a bit too often lately and had gotten, while not out of shape due to your job, you had gotten a bit soft. Just over the verge of being overweight, a soft layer of pudge all over your body, and you had developed a bit of a chubby waist, no distinct belly, but it wasn't perfectly flat and trim. You saw your housemate, Emily, walk into the room. She was wearing a tight pink tanktop that she clearly had outgrown 40 pounds ago, which revealed a bit of her plump midsection, and a pair of pink running shorts that strained around her hips, butt, and thighs. She wore a blue band in her hair that held some of the golden locks away from her face. She smiled at you. "Hey! Want to go for a run?"