Went out to dinner last night to treat myself for the upcoming long weekend 😇
Boudin balls, a 1 pound bbq burger, a big ribeye sandwhich, sweet potato fries, onion rings, and bread pudding 🤤
I felt like a really fat hog eating it too cause it was pretty crowded, and I was at a small table so my food was covering most of. It looked like a big feast in front of me that I was just eating from nonstop.
I was tearing through it, but the last of the burger I was really trying to discretely pushing my fist into my gut so I could burp out the room for it. But I did finally get to shove every single bite into my big fat tank.
I guess it looks like a lot of food too because my waitress looked pretty nervous again when asking if I wanted some dessert. 😬 I’m so glad she asked though cause I was gonna ask for some anyway 😩
It’s also fun to ask your server what they recommend for dessert and get that. It’s like “yes please, after you have just seen me gorge on enough food for multiple people, and my gut is literally bulging in my lap, what else would you think I should pack down into my big fat belly?“
I waddled out of there and yeah… after all that food my shirt was not staying down all the way. It’s becoming a bit more of a problem lately. And then I realized I spilled a little bit on my shirt 🥲
Holy fuck though my gut is looking ROUND lately too. I think all this eating is starting to catch up to me, I feel bigger cause my arms and wrists occasionally brush the sides of my bowed out stuffed gut when I drive now.
Gotta get my eating under control. But I can’t stop thinking about fucking food. Can’t stop thinking of stuffing my fat face with so much I my gut gets solid from all the food inside. Gotta make big fatboy gut busting orders that make people think other people are gonna join me. I just want more food stuffed in this fat GUT while I pretend not to notice how concerningly huge it’s blowing out to be.
