After three months of online dating, I was completely immersed in the cold and magnetic voice of the other person. I rushed to meet him with joy and fully expected my handsome ascetic boyfriend.
But the moment I opened the door, a 200-pound, chubby man blocked the door and smashed all my filters.
The boy scratched his head awkwardly, his face full of embarrassment: "The photo is of the thinner version from ten years ago... I was wrong."
I felt so heartbroken on the spot that I decided to break up: This relationship is no longer in our relationship.
Unexpectedly, he was completely panicked and squatted in front of my house to block people every day, rain or shine.
Apologizing with runny noses and tears, "Daughter-in-law, you can't live without me. How can I live without you!" I humbly tried to stay.
Unable to withstand his affectionate persistence day after day, I finally relented and compromised:
"Love can continue, but you must lose weight obediently and reinvent yourself."
Since then, I have officially become an exclusive personal trainer.
Strictly control sugar in three meals and give up fried chicken snacks at night. Unwaveringly, he gets up early every day to jog and exercise regularly.
Everyone else was waiting to see the joke, thinking that a lazy fat man would never lose weight.
But after a whole year of persistence and transformation, the fat man who used to be bloated and honest turned into a handsome guy with broad shoulders and narrow waist and sharp facial features.
