Homer rose early one morning and let out a yawn. He looked at the alarm clock and sighed. 5:00 A.M. He was tired as hell but couldn't manage to stay asleep. Just the other day he had gone through a liposuction paid for by his boss. Apparently he earned it by saving the town from something that wouldn't have happened if he was just at his work. From the get go Homer was a little disappointed by this. Losing all the weight Bart helped him put on meant he had to go back to work every day and couldn't get and disability bonuses. Bart was also pissed that his dad was back to his normal, only overweight yet not obese, self. Still, Marge and Lisa seemed happy about it so Homer decided to be positive about it as well.
However, since losing that weight Homer felt as if something was missing in his life. He'd rest his hand on his stomach and expect a cushy mound but it just wouldn't be there. At night he'd lie awake, unused to the lack of softness his flabby body used to comfort him with. And all of a sudden now that he weighed less people expected him to move! Why did he have to get up and walk around? As the days passed Homer started to hate this limbo of being too skinny to experience the comforts of obesity, yet too fat to be fit.
Things were bound to change when Marge and Lisa left town for a week to attend a saxophone convention, leaving Bart and Homer alone. Homer, still in his pajamas, sulked downstairs and plopped down next to Bart on the couch and proceeded to drown himself in violent cartoons. Both boys occasionally looked over at Homer's gut and sighed or pouted or frowned. Eventually Homer broke the silence.
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