Tim was panting hard and he was soaked in sweat as the couch blowed his whistle. He slowed down his pace before stopping to avoid getting dizzy. Then he let himself fall over and laid on the ground wheezing. It was the final gym lesson of high school, his last gym lesson ever, and this day also marked the end of his last diet. his third this year. He pulled himself up and followed the others into the locker rooms.
In the shower Tim looked at his classmates. Muscular chests, abs, beefy arms, the whole package on most of them, some were lean and scrawny and a few was chubby. Tim was the only one who could be called fat. He looked down at his big round belly and sagging moobs and thought about the chubby tights that were beneath them. He hated his body. All it did was slowing him down. He had tried to loose weight several times, but always gained back what he lost, if he lost anything at all. He was not sure why he was so fat. He had been fat as long as he could remember, making it hard to know what caused it in the first place. But he knew his lazy primary school years had helped. At least noone made fun of him anymore. After he got dressed it was time for math, then the it was home to study for the upcomming exam and to see if his diet had worked.
For the past 3 weeks he had been excersising regulary, attended all of the football trainings he loathed, not eaten any candy and only had two servings at dinner, against his usual 3 and a half. He had always been a big eater, but Tim thought that, if he felt hungry, he was hungry, and therby could eat more.
The day was over and Tim was on his way home. As part of his diet he walked the two kilometers instead of taking the buss. Despite the whole way beeing flat he always felt tired when he made it home. The first thing he did was locking himself in the bathroom, take of all his clothes and step on the scale. He had been 251 lbs when he began 3 weeks ago, and the diet promised a 4 pound loss a week. The numbers flashed before ending at 250 lbs. Tim made an annoyed groan and stepped off. Down 1 pound after three weeks dieting. He hated diets and he hated exercise, but he hated his belly to, but this was it. He would not take it anymore. He had tried more than 20 diets the past 5 years and never dropped more than 10 pounds (which came back quick). He was sick of struggeling on the football field, of eating salad with no dressing, of having to explain to his friends why he never joined them for McDonalds. This was it. Screw diets, if they didn't work anyway he might just as well start enjoying life like this.
He went to his room and collected all his dieting books and threw them away, then he opened a bag of chips, the first he had eaten in more than a month and went to watch TV.
After about an hour he gets tired of Simpson reruns and heads to his room to study. He brings a bottle of soda.
At dinner that day he takes 4 servings and eats dessert for the first time in 6 months. His parents, knowing how sensitive he is about weight doesn't mention it, but notes how much Tim is scarfing down. After dinner Tim...
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