"Mmm... My pants are getting tighter lately"

He thought almost automatically as he got dressed that morning to go to work, with the button on his pants not even closing even though he tried, even the fabric was squeezing him too much everywhere. He looked at himself in the mirror, bringing his hands to his stomach, to the fat he had been accumulating without noticing until now, with the revelation almost coming to him like a divine message: He gained weight.

Now, playing with his roll in front of the mirror, he wondered at what point in his life he had neglected himself so much to see himself... Well, like that. He remembered himself as a strong man, with a fit abdomen and everything in its place... But the smell of the breakfast that you, the love of his life, were preparing for him in the kitchen downstairs made him practically roll over there to gorge himself on the exquisite pancakes with honey and butter that you always gave him before going to work, forgetting his worry about gaining weight.