Drooling FFA

Portrait of a Gentleman (or sometimes The Tuscan General Alessandro dal Borro) is a c. 1645 oil-on-canvas painting usually attributed to the French Baroque artist Charles Mellin. It is believed, but not established for certain, to have been commissioned by Alessandro dal Borro (1600–56), a Tuscan general, who fought with Mattias de' Medici in the Castro war against Pope Urban VII. Proud of his career and character, presumably da Borro asked that the painter not shy away from depicting his stout build. As such, the work is highly regarded for its amusing geniality. It is noted for being frank and striking, and as one of the earliest honest depictions of obesity.

who will help me get my gaining journey to the next the level? 🐷

I truly am enjoying everything too. This is the only chance I’ll have to be 600 pounds, and I really want to make sure I appreciate everything I can about it. I’m even enjoying the things that suck about being 600 pounds! It’s a little odd to realise that I’m enjoying being this out of shape, this awkward, this amount of difficulty getting up, getting around, getting dressed, but it’s part of being 600 pounds. Appreciating my shortness of breath is as easy as appreciating my massive gut.

If I’m enjoying the downside of being fat, I’m absolutely reveling in good stuff! Feeling my folds slide over each other, even as I’m sitting ‘still’ is one of those pleasures that even the mildly obese will never be able to appreciate. And while every fat guy and girl knows what it’s like to ripple and jiggle when you walk, they’ll never know how the harmonic rhythms of 600 pounds can completely take control of you.

600 pounds! I’ve been living with that number for a few days now, and it still gives me a little shiver when I think about it! 600 pounds! That’s huge. I’m huge! I’m 600 pounds!

While I’ve known this was coming for a long time, and I was worried that the anticipation might somehow blunt this, I was wrong. I’m thrilled, this is one of the best things I’ve ever felt. I thought that I wouldn’t really ‘feel 600’, given that it’s just one pound more than the 599 I’d been at, but KNOWING that I’m 600 pounds, knowing that I’m supremely fat, knowing that I’ve reached a titanic size, it really hits home. I DO feel 600, which is far different from feeling 599+1 pounds.

What does being 600 mean? It means that my belly is big. Really big. When I look down, I see my belly. It forces my legs apart, it piles up between my legs, it flows forward ahead of me. It pulls down on me, it’s almost like I’m attached to my belly, instead of my belly being attached to me.

What does being 600 mean? It means that I can eat anything I want. My appetite has actually increased since Wednesday! I’ve been eating like crazy to get to this point and suddenly it feels like I was just getting warmed up. Hunger? What’s that? I don’t let myself feel hunger! Craving? Craving is when you’ve got a deep desire for something, a desire that can be satiated by having it. I’m past craving, I want things, and when i get them, I want more. And not just one thing, no no no, I want everything. I want it all, and I want it now!