In my family, obesity was acceptable and normal because my father was fat. When I started gaining weight, I found it enjoyable and expected, and that was when I discovered I was a gainer. Alongside this, I loved cooking and started learning different dishes, modifying recipes to suit my taste. I used to eat my entire meals because they were so delicious. Over time, my meals became more unusual; I started adding a lot of rich ingredients like butter, cheese, and animal fat in massive quantities. I loved my food to be heavy and greasy, and it gave me a sense of comfort whenever I filled my stomach with it.
During this journey, I went through various health conditions that directly impacted and accelerated the growth of fat specifically in my belly, such as depression, diabetes, and other conditions. Yet, inwardly, I felt happy watching the size of my stomach grow distinctively compared to the rest of my body. I never stopped making my food; instead, I kept increasing the portions and making the recipes even more unusual, yet they were always delicious because I am truly good at cooking.
The Covid period and the lockdown were the ultimate turning point, as I started working from home and never went out. The environment around me made this lifestyle very easy: the supermarket next to my house would deliver my cooking groceries effortlessly, and the butcher would send me meats and pure fats regularly every week, besides that many restaurants got good Deals with delivery meals, who can say no to more deals.
The process of cooking was highly enjoyable for me, especially since I live alone, and the food I prepared was my delicious companion up until now. Even the physical effort of household chores was not an obstacle, as I had someone come in every week to clean my house and wash my clothes, so I didn't have to worry about that kind of physical exertion. This is how my weight kept increasing while I was happy, and the more I gained, the happier I became. I noticed that my belly was getting wider, and the layers of fat on my sides were growing larger and expanding outward, as if they were spreading across the space around me since I was sitting all day on the bed or the couch. The shape of my belly was no longer just a round, protruding stomach in front of me; it started spreading out and taking up a wider space. I did not stop cooking and eating, even though my doctor warned me about my weight gain. However, I recently felt that things have become difficult and much more challenging from a physical standpoint, and I think it is time for me to reconsider the situation.
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