pbelly

“I don’t understand why my body is betraying me like this?” Jenna Stanley asks with frustration after finishing a 20-kilometer journey around the countryside close to her home late on Saturday morning. She shakes as much sweat as she can from her ponytail-tied shoulder length medium brown hair, while stretching her back and breathing hard in an attempt to catch her breath as quickly as she can. Her hands find their way to the front of her T-shirt to feel a personally unwanted and disgusting curve, indicating a rapidly growing potbelly, which has developed over the past four months with no logical explanation her mind can fathom. “I understand why you would be upset, sweetheart, and please don’t think I’m trying to be patronizing,” her boyfriend John Bremerton says gently while slowly wrapping his arms around her. Jenna smiles, leans against him and is slightly surprised to feel his hands rubbing and patting her belly. She rests the back of her head on John’s right shoulder. She