Rob knew he had nothing to worry about. He was a football star, who all the girls adored, and a little partying this year wouldn't change any of that!
"Fine, get a load of this, stud!" With that, the shirt was off, and the damage done to his body was revealed. He still had remnants of his old body, with good strong shoulders and a half-decent set of pecs. It was clear, though, that his body was starting to go. His pecs, reasonably impressive though they were, were starting to sag a little, and his arms appeared softer and less defined than they would have been if he had been playing football regularly. Nowhere was his laziness more apparent than his waist, however. His jeans clearly gave away the roll of flab that was starting to make its way there, just enough to sit about an inch over the waistband, and he was starting to get flabby around the love handles. His six-pack abs, which had stood out proudly only a few months before, were buried under this new layer of fat, with little hope of being able to surface again.
Josh sighed. This guy was obviously in denial, or else just hadn't been paying attention to the way his body was going to pot. He'd seen friends go through this before, in fact, one guy had been a model before he got fat from all the partying that came with his profession. "Have you taken a good look at yourself lately, Rob?" asked Josh.
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you have a mirror around?"
"Yeah, there's one in my room." Rob led the way, feeling rather suspicious of what was going on. Rob was actually a little afraid of what he might see.
"Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see."
"I see me," said Rob, as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Look carefully," said Josh, moving a little closer.
Rob thought about it, not knowing what he was looking for. And then it hit him. His jeans had been tight when he put them on, and he didn't know why. He hadn't had a chance to look. Now he could see, and he was shocked. He pinched the roll of flab at his waistline, and said....