Very recently, I have managed to escape my dreaded size 38 fat pants, and now I'm at a more respectable size 34. It was a joyful accomplishment, but I faced the same dilemma as my kindred spirit Brian Alvarez. What would I do with all of my fat clothes?I realized that despite my contempt for Brian Alvarez, he did what any normal person would do with his fat clothes. That is why I offered to give away my fat clothes to my fat friends in a previous blog post. My offer of generosity went unanswered... or so I thought. Lurking quietly in the shadows was a friend of mine who reluctantly coveted my fat clothes. My friend Mason Applesmith (names have been changed to protect the obesely innocent) bravely offered to take away my fat clothes.
Many years ago, Mason was kind enough to open up his condo gym to twice a week workout. He was one of the brave souls that took to long distance running the same year as I did. We would slave away at bulking up our flabby bodies. Little did we know that 10 years later, we would envy our flabby physiques of yesterday. You see, the stresses of career and married life have ravaged our bodies. We are now pot-bellied men staring into the headlights of middle age.
Mason believes that my fat pants will be his wake-up call to hit the gym once more. I hope this is the case. I hope that one day soon, he himself with be giving away his fat clothes to his fat friends! Thus the torch will be continuously passed on the fatter generations...
