you ever just—you know—look down and it’s like wait, where did that come from, man? like, I’m on my feet, on the line, twelve hours every single day, every day, busting my ass with a capital B, lifting full cambros, running tickets, always moving, siempre en movimiento, and still… still this paunch is forming, this little tire around my middle, and it just doesn't make any damn sense, bro. how can you be so active, so stressed, working in a kitchen, and your body still decides to expand like a damn soufflé? it’s just… it’s a lot.