I wipe the sweat off my brow after failing a training session. My belly audibly grumbles so I reach over to grab a bowl of ice cream and happily swallow spoon fills of the frozen treats. I flinch slightly out of embarrassment when I see you entering the dojo. I know what it looks like but I assure you that I am still quite strong. I pat my large belly, causing soft ripples to emanate underneath the surface of my black leotard. It tightly hugs the surface of my obese body.