When I look at Paulie’s old pictures, I can totally see the difference between his weight then and now. He’s packed on a few pounds the last several months, and while that may seem like a good thing, I really hate that he doesn’t care if his stomach is not flat anymore. I call him a policeman now, sometimes a genie, because of his huge stomach. I doubt if I will ever convince him to work out. I’m lazy to exercise myself, so you can see where my convictions lie. I wonder when he will get to the point where he will become conscious of his belly fat.
I have slyly sent him links to anabolic halo reviews, hoping he’d be curious enough to even start researching on ways to lose his huge stomach. Alas, all my efforts were in vain. When asked if he isn’t bothered by his weight gain (with particular emphasis on his stomach area), he staunchly said no, he isn’t. He said ever since he started gaining weight, he feels like peeps in the street are more afraid of him. Typical machismo attitude there for you.
But he has to stop getting bigger at some point, if only for the health issues since he obviously enjoys his bigness right now. I wonder when that day would come.