DeepFriedGrits

Well, I took a much needed break from gaining and ate “normally” for a while. As a result, my weight slowly got down to 208 in March. I think in a lot of ways, this let my body reset.

After that, I just started eating whatever I wanted. The shakes really accelerated the gain, but lately I’m more into eating whatever I’m craving. Quality at quantity.

Nah, I think I’ll make you wait until I’m fatter.

After chugging the shake, and after leaning against the wall, sink, and door in various degrees of lean, I decided I could finally let the belly surge free.

When I do these, I normally stop at strong discomfort, but this went past that point by a fair margin. Fortunately, I’ve done this enough to know when to stop, even when I’m planning on pushing my limits. Which is why I ate the two bowls of chipotle first. So to outrun the “full signals” I chugged faster than any time prior, practically pouring the fattening contents of the pitcher into me. And when it all caught up, it really caught up. It’s a shockingly fast realization that you were full many, many moments ago. You begin the calculus in your head. How much more have I chugged since that realization? Should I keep going? Oh, these buttons are really starting to press deeper into me. The natural instinct is to immediately begin unbuttoning, but the release and surge forward disrupts the balance. So you have to lean into the fabric stretching, squeezing you, because it’s actually support. And that’s when it’s time to stop.

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