Midnight sounded on the ancient grandfather clock next to the fireplace and with it, Carlos jumped a little on the couch. The three men were a multitude of beers deep into the evening, and the fun of exploring the woods surrounding this rented cabin had given way with the evening to a roaring fire and lots of friendly chatter. It had been three years since they had graduated; grad school becoming more and more a distant memory. They celebrated their early graduation from law school every year with these retreats and this cabin in the woods was their most remote reunion yet. The warmth of the fire and the drowsiness of the beer were deepening as the clock tolled its final chime.
Carlos took another thoughtful sip of his beer and looked at the crackling hearth. To his right, Erik was rolling his eyes and trying to finish a conversation with his girlfriend, who had called every hour on the hour to check in. He smiled at Carlos and made the gabbing movement with his hand. Girlfriend soon to be fiancé, Erik had confided to them. It had been met with slaps on the back and congratulations by the other two men. Mitch had poked the little belly Erik now sported and commented that Erik’s settling down definitely explained the gut. Erik sheepishly laughed and Carlos had smiled good-naturedly at his friend. He was only a few pounds heavier than when Carlos had last seen him.
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That’s what gaining 85 pounds looks like.
My family hasn’t said much, aside from my self righteous mother… who I avoid.
I try to subtly spur comments on from friends, especially my male ones. At this point, all I have to do is wear a snug shirt and let my belly stick out to the max. Pretty much a guaranteed remark or belly rub.