#Blunt10 I despised pot belly while I was growing up. I laughed at the unlucky men with it. For ladies it was a turn off. I never knew God would also curse me with it. I am presently on a mission to have muscles in my belly. I am working out tirelessly day and night, but it seems that pot wont disappear. Whenever I do little sit up or press up, I quickly look at me. That thing has refused to go down. I need help; I hate looking at myself in the mirror. I dont even near one again, anyways. My fitness coach advised me not to take swallow, my best food plantain, the fastest meal to prepare as a bachelor noodles, meats that I see free whenever I go for dinners or events and beer that I take to relax my body and soul. It is as if they sent him to send me to my early grave. If I dont take all what he had mentioned I wondered how he expects me to live. I had even seen the coach friend couples of time with beer and he normally ordered for meats at Iya Ahmeds restaurant, Dont Go Hunger. Recently, he still asked me to buy him the new beer, Origin, which I brought. And hes busing preaching what he doesnt practice. But his belly is flat. I dont know how he does it and he would not tell me the truth. He enjoys my company and the little money I give for his service. I am considering to start owing him; maybe that would make him to quickly show me the way. But why me? I have friends who eat different kinds of meats non-stop, eat like prisoners and consume a lot of drinks, yet they have no pot. Well, I have decided to carry my cross, hoping that soon God will show me mercy. I am still working out.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 18:33:00 +0000
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