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I need to be fatter!
I love being fat! I've been big most of my life, briefly dropping from obese down to merely overweight during college. I am now morbidly obese after purposely gaining over 110 pounds. I have been hovering around 330-335 for a few years now and lately I just feel such an intense urge to start gaining again.
My weight actually dipped to 326 a few weeks ago and I legitimately felt a sense of panic. I immediately started binging at night to get my weight back up. I am very happy to say it is back to 330 plus and I am doing my best to add more. Unfortunately, I find it difficult to eat as much as I nee to to add weight, but I am determined! My first goal is 337 which would be a new high for me. Then it is on to 350 and I am hoping a 60" belly! After that who knows, but I am very excited to be actively gaining again. I just feel so good when I'm getting fatter.
I have to travel next month and I'm hoping I will need a seat belt extender on the plane. There's nothing better than real life evidence of how huge I'm getting. For example, being too big for booths at some restaurants. I get so excited when I try to sit in a booth and can't fit. Having to ask to change your seat because you're too fat is so embarrassing, but such a turn on! Its even better when the person seating you looks you over and you can tell they're sizing you up before directing you to a table instead.
Yeah maybe that’s the reason. In a way, I also really like knowing they’re thinking about it and talking about my expanding girth. Sometimes I’ll give them a little something to gossip about. Maybe knock something off a table with my belly or something.
I've never tried that, but I do love knowing they're talking about me blowing up and I know they are. I didn't hold anything back yesterday and I could tell people noticed, especially when they had to squeeze past my fat ** or huge gut when I was in the kitchen. Comments were made at the table about overeating. They weren't directed at me, but were definitely for me to hear. I looked and felt like an overinflated blimp and my clothes felt like they were going to burst off me by the end of the night. Of course I continued my binging after everyone left and into today. Hope you had a great Thanksgiving too!
I love the subtle squeezing by. At one point I bumped my belly against one of my cousins who was passing me in the kitchen, thinking I was in the way. But when I looked behind him, I saw he had plenty of room to go around. Maybe just wanted to feel that gut of mine? I also noticed a few peoples hands lingered on my love handles when we hugged goodbye. I’ve felt stuffed for 5 days and counting. Here’s to not slowing down til NYE.