One Three Seven

I have finally reached 137 pounds. This is a huge milestone for me. I have been struggling to pack on the weight ever since I began working out with Timofy at his place of employment’s gym. I moved over to my current gym after we parted ways last year. At that time I was weighing in at 126. I had set a goal of gaining 10 pounds (of muscle, mind you) by the end of 2006. I surpassed it, and then some… with that some being a measly pound – but hell, I’ll take it!

I get a lot of shit for being skinny. I get looks from larger people when they get a glance of me devouring a plate of thick juicy filet mignon with a side of carb loaded mashed potatoes. I receive a lot of cunty comments, usually from females, about my weight. I also run into situations when I’m on the prowl for sex where the guy I’m interested in will tell me that I am “too thin”. That is often reversed when I pull out my cock. Fucking sizequeens.

My ultimate goal is to reach 150 and maintain it from there. I have many reasons for this goal… one is for vanity obliviously, another for health purposes, and the other to be comfortable in my own skin. You may categorize vanity and to be comfortable together, but they are two totally different reasons in my eyes. Vanity – to be wanted, which in this day and age of youth & beauty can be brutal (I also want to make those dudes who said no to me in the first place to wish they had taken the chance when it was presented). To be comfortable in my skin – so I can feel good about myself (and not to mention enough confidence to strip off clothes at a moment’s notice).

Call me shallow, call me foolish, but we are all narcissistic deep down inside. We all want to be wanted, we all want to be desired… at least *I* can admit that. Can you?