Evan awoke the next morning to the sound of his growling stomach, as always. As he pried himself out of bed, he noticed that his belly had fortunately shrunken to a somewhat more socially acceptable size, even though he did feel a bit softer overall. He padded over to his bathroom to brush his teeth and do his business, and then he pulled out his scale to weigh himself. He did this every day, not because he personally cared how high the numbers went, but because his parents did. He knew if his weight went over a certain point, they would put him on a crash diet again. He was sure that pounds would be gained over the course of the next week…probably a great many of them in fact…and he would likely be made to regret it when Mom and Dad came home. All the more reason to make the most of this week, as far as he was concerned.
The number on the scale was not particularly surprising to him: he’d gained four more pounds since he weighed himself yesterday. It wasn’t a shabby gain by any means, although it was nowhere close to his 15th birthday record of twelve pounds. Boy was that a memorable birthday! And that had been in spite of his parents’ supervision.
Evan thought back to that day with fondness. He’d gone to a buffet with a bunch of his friends for a party, including the Joneses. Given the size of the party (he’d had almost 30 other kids there), his parents were having a hard time keeping everyone organized. He’d used that distraction to his advantage, and managed to devour 35 heaping plates of food in addition to four helpings of cake and ice cream. His gut had been the size of an exercise ball by the end of the day. Yet even then, he’d felt like he could have gone further.
Evan put the pleasant memory to rest and began to get dressed. His jeans still fit okay, although they were beginning to get a bit tight in the butt area, as well as the waistband. His shirts were somewhat more problematic. He tried on several that simply would not cover him, finally discovering that an old T-shirt of his dad’s which had ended up in his laundry somehow did manage to cover his stomach completely, but it was a very close call. He’d have to watch his movements while around his parents; any significant bending over or raising of his arms would instantly reveal several inches of chub. Evan made a mental note to swing by Wal-Mart on his way to the Joneses to pick up some new shirts in the next size up. Or maybe two sizes up, just to be safe.
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