timothy1

On a weight gaining mission and it is more fucked up than one might think. Why the hell would you want to gain weight do you say? Because... I am weird. Not just any weight, not fat weight. Muscle. I have one year to train, improve, get bigger and fuller before I step on a National competition stage to tear shit up. I've put on 10 pounds recently and getting another 10 to make 240 will be the real challenge. All the food. Ugh! Did you ever think that you'd get sick of eating... dislike the idea of having to eat another meal. I do. And all the other displeasures that come along with it. My stomach.. although when I flex my abs they are certainly prominant, my stomach is always full... full of the last meal causing a bit of extension. That's when I actually start to feel fat and bloated, but I'm really not that fat at all.
My clothes... I can hardly fit into alot of them. I mean I always liked a tight shirt but it's getting a bit rediculous. I had to buy all new button down shirts for work. I was starting to look like someone sprayed the shirts on me, everything bulging out I even ripped through a couple while at work. And with this extra weight and the tight clothes makes it difficult to move. That's when I really start feeling fat and ugly. Sometimes I think I'm a fuckin turtle or something.. shit! And all the by products of lots of food, like plenty of gas! Hell I could support half of NYC's mass transit if I could bottle my belch. And with the extra weight I find myself getting more tired. Totally fatigued. Throw all this together with a heavy work day and heavy training at night... But would I stop it all for anything... Hell no! I am such the exhibitionist. I love to show off just how freaky I can become. Leaving all those I pass by in awe, with there jaws dropped open as they can barley nudge their friend to hurry up and look before I am gone. I am animal... HEAR ME FUCKIN ROAR BITCH!