Steemit made me fat!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, in this social network, it's not all good...

Since the day I began to use this platform, I was awakened by such interest that many things of my life were left aside. As for example, certain series that I saw, friends that I frequented and the physical activity that I realized.

I have been a Steemit user for three months

There is something completely unknown and new in me, which everyone calls "belly." Concept that has me worried and occupied in solving it, soon. That is why I take a drastic measure dear steemians. I had to start some routine, exercising my body.

Two weeks ago, to be exact, on a Friday I said to myself. "Tincho on Monday you start." Of course that weekend, I ate salamin, ice cream and chocolates as if approaching the apocalypse.

The desired Monday arrived, I dressed appropriately for the occasion…

Water bottle, app on the cell to calculate heart rate and walking distance, hat to avoid insolation, emergency number scheduled in case something happened....

All ready. 9 am sharp and there came out tincho…

First 50 meters and already the shoe began to annoy me, the heel in particular and every step I took, it became more uncomfortable.

I decided to focus on the landscape, the music I was listening to and stop paying attention to the pain caused by the footwear. Not only did it work, but I completely forgot the pain.

Due to the lack of activity, I arrived at a time when I did not find oxygen and I started to see double.

Where there was a house, I saw two, where there was a dog, I saw two and because of this and my lack of mental clarity, I did not see a stone and ended up on the floor. Tincho scattered.

I stood up like Lady Gaga, disguising the failed act and continuing to walk.

When I found the rhythm in my walk, I was able to continue with the activity. I was already tired, every step I took was a feat, but I could breathe normal and the vision was completely restored.

I went my way and at one point, I saw that a young man was also exercising.

Apparently we were doing the same route, because which curve I took, curve he followed. Without realizing it, from one moment to another I had him behind me, very close. I decide to open a little to the left to let him pass... he advances. And when he gets to where I was, he pulls out a gun and says, "Give me the cell phone, the slippers, the jacket and the pants, if not, I'll kill you."”

What was I going to do??? I gave him everything he asked. Obviously, he ran away and the truth was that in the state I was in, I could not scream. At some point and unconsciously, I think I was happy, because he took the weight off my sneakers, pants and jacket.

There I was, half naked and having to go back to my house.

I start to return to my house, people looked at me badly. And about two kilometers from where I live, there was a woman about 40 years old, watering the plants from the front of her house. When she saw me as I was, without hesitation, she began to shout:

"Degenerate!!! Dared!!! In this neighborhood there are children!!! You're going to hell!!!!!!"

She started to chase me.

My tiredness was such, barefoot and on the stones, they made my way difficult and the calf pain was getting older. So, I said, "Let her hit you a couple of strokes," I was tired...

When I saw her, she comes out with a compressed air rifle. Adrenaline made me run like Usain Bolt. In 3 minutes I was already inside my apartment.

Conclusion: I'm happy with my little tummy, my friends. You can tell me fat, snowman, pig... I don't care. The belly came to stay and I have no problem. It is too risky to do sports in the 21st century.

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I hope you enjoyed it!

All my stories are fiction.

Good Week!

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