A tear formed at the edges of Cloud’s eye.
This could not be true.
Someone was playing a cruel joke.
Rain, most likely. Rain had not been seen for a few hours now. Not since the hissy fit that saw Rain lose control and throw all his toys out of the pram... for six straight days.
Yep, this was Rain’s style alright.
Sure, Cloud had been a little exercise shy. And, yes, those were spoons sticking out the top of totally too many tubs of ice-cream.
But today’s reading, well, that must be a prank.
The red arrow had started on the left before swinging up and to the right at some pace. Normally Cloud would expect the arrow to start to slow somewhere up to the top middle of the dial. But not this time.
True, Cloud had taken a bit of time between the weigh-ins, but Cloud was not doing a pre-fight promo in Madison Square
Garden...though Cloud was considering punching Rain right in his stupid face.
The arrow had reached the apex and then spun on down to the right at a terrifying pace. This was uncharted territory. Cloud had never been in these numbers before.
Double digits became triple. And Cloud wanted the world to swallow them up whole.
Cloud mentally ran (as physical running was not on the cards) through the biscuits, the pizzas, the curries, the kebabs, the chocolate bars, the beers and the donuts, it was not a pretty picture. Nor was that which Cloud saw bouncing back from the bathroom mirror.
Where was once a Sixpack, was now a keg. That which used to be tucked and firm was now loose and saggy. Skin which had previously been tan and lithe, jiggled in a blotchy pink.
Cloud felt like a giant blancmange, not to eat, you understand, Cloud figuratively felt like a gelatinous blob.
Rain had fixed the dial. Must have.
Rain must have altered the wheel, so that an extra... what, ten...fifteen kilos were registering.
Lockdowns and not been kind. Supermarket discounts and binge TV had!
Cloud vowed to get back on the exercise horse, again not literal. There was no horse doing burpees in the back garden. Rain was going to get back to fitness, download the apps, get the gear, start the Wicks, hit some HITT.
Cloud sucked in a large clump of gut. Cloud turned to angle a look at their butt.
And Cloud let a out a tiny little sob.
