Being sick makes you fat

26 02 2013

It only occurred to me last week when I was out of commission for a number of days and barely even able to haul myself out of bed to pee, let alone exercise in any way.  Now that I’m almost back to normal, this little gut has miraculously appeared on me, as if I’m a few weeks pregnant.  Part of me wants to reject the image-obsessed notion in the gay community and just be happy with the way I am, and I suppose at the very least, I’m not a raging steroid meat-head.  At the same time, it would be nice to not feel fat when I put on my pants.

My friend James says it’s a good thing he exercises regularly or else he’d be fat.  Now I know what he means.