things i’ve noticed on the precipice of 400lb
*getting in and out of cars is HARD!! like everything is harder now that i’m fatter but i dread seeing a small car drive up when i order a lyft bc i know my fat ass is going to have to squeeze into the back of it and make a fool of myself in the process
*walking is hard :^( i knew that more weight meant more to lug around but it’s kind of insanely sexy what a self-fulfilling prophecy being this fat is… like yeah instead of waddling 3 feet to the fridge i would rather keep all my snacks by my chair so i can just sit on my fat ass and get fatter
* booths are a no-go, and i’ve almost broken one restaurant chair with my ass. MANY chairs have become stuck to my wide ass and love handles. my belly sticks out so far now that only the most capacious of seating arrangements is comfortable.
* whether you like it or not people will say stuff to you about it. about your waddle (can you make it there?) about your shirt riding up over your belly (you’re kinda hanging out there, dude) about your lack of breath when it comes to physical tasks. people notice. and it’s embarassing every time
*my face got super fat. it’s hard to recognize myself with pudge warping my chins and cheeks and eyes and neck into something obscene, a monument to gluttony
*im hungry all the time, and “treating myself” has no meaning anymore. i am never not treating myself. i have more food in one sitting than i should and i do that 5 times a day, 7 days a week. it’s hard to go out to eat with people who arent my very supportive husband because sometimes i just want two entrees ok. and by sometimes i mean always
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