@zenvelo :: When I was living in my mom’s backyard there was a 7/11 across the street. I used to go in every day for beer around 2am (they stop selling at 2:30) and there was always this one lady working.
I am a slender man. 6’ and 135 pounds. After about a month she asked if I like pizza. Of course I do!! So it was late and they had to toss the stuff that had been in the heating rack thing at 2am.
This is the beginning of the end of my svelte figure. Pizza turned into chicken strips and mojo potatoes and ranch packets. She was a little lady from India and would joke about needing to fatten me up.
I didn’t buy food for three months. I lived on shit 7/11 couldn’t legally sell.
I put on some weight.