With the leaves falling and the temperature dropping one can’t help but feel utterly bloated. Stuffed, round bellied and blue, ready to pop. Waddling through the continuous monotony of the work day, exhausted and breathless. Panting at the sheer sight of a fight of stairs or the longer than expected gangway. Sickened by your own reflection. Sticky with the sweet winter sweat as it beads down your well insulated upper and lower torso. Uncomfortable and encumbered by your newly acquired mass. Its days like these that I wish I ate low-cal.
