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I checked into the hotel and decided to go through the box later.  Since the diet was going to start tomorrow I simply had to have one last hurrah and with Jessy’s just across the way I knew her menu would hit the spot.  I strode in feeling confident and ordered an Italian footlong and a meatball footlong, a full bag of chips, I’m talking the 13 oz. bag, a whole pickle, and an entire dozen glazed donuts. “Having a party in your hotel room, Pete?”  As usual, Jessy’s eyes were on my belly.  Maybe they were open a touch wider than before considering my order.  There was a look on her face that, to me, depicted pent

I really overdid it this time.  A traveling job, road food and being a foodie really did a number on me.  I rolled in last night, and I do mean rolled, after the better part of four years touring our facilities in the oil fields, doing spot checks and inspections . . . and getting my fill of local cuisines and fast food my weight got out of control.  I’ve been sprawled out on my bed for a half hour since giving up trying to close my pants.  My bloated and gorged stomach bulged out of my shirt, forcing my zipper and button way too far apart to make a connection.  Any minute now she’d be knocking on my door.  How was I going to expl

As Edward walked into the crowded student union, he saw that several of his friends had already gathered around one of the vacant tables and were chatting away with each other. When they noticed that Ed had arrived, they happily waved for him to come over and have a seat. "Ed, over here!" Clutching his rather full tray of food,  Edward made his way over to the table. Once he got there he frowned. There was barely any room for him to sit. Grabbing a chair from an empty table, he did his best to squeeze into the small space he was given, just barely fitting. "Guys, I think we need to find another table." Ed groaned, barely able to move between

Feeling like a failure, Logan decided to skip his ride and walk home since he needed the exercise.  Another assignment over, not that he was making anything at that job anyway.  It was a feeling he was coming home with all too often.  Early twenties, eking out a living, living in his parents’ basement and with no job prospects he decided to have a talk with his mom and dad. His mother was more understanding, so he waited until he had her alone before saying anything.  “So you’re thinking about going back to school?”  She seemed surprised. He shrugged.  “I guess.  I can’t f