Gluttony

I mean come on, did you really think this gravy train could keep rolling without you ending up an adorable little blob that needs help? You thought when this started with your porn-destroyed little hog brain that you wouldnt need help until 500, 600 pounds, but no. You’re barely 400 and already tying your shoes is a distant impossibility, showering leaves you wheezing and weak in the knees, wiping is getting harder to reach, hell, that flight of stairs at your work is getting you so sore lately.

So of course you get all the help you need. Your insulin injections are handled, you are bought a cane to help you waddle, we get you that disabled parking pass, we help you clean those magnificient folds in the shower as you perch on your bariatric bench, and yes sweetie, we tie your shoes for you. We adjust your CPAP, we replace your inhaler which seems to get more and more used by the day, we buy you creams and lotions to keep those beautiful thighs and that doughy flab from chafing too much, and your deep tissue massages are plentiful.

We bring the joy back into your life you might have missed. We make sure to take you out to dinner. We take you to the mall and be extra patient. We still take you with friends to amusement parks and fairs and conventions, even as they stare in concern. Fun never leaves your life, because wherever all that poundage is weighing you down your loving, enabling partner is there to help lift you back up.

300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.

+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"

500lbs?

Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.

Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.

Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...

Got the boys lined up to show off at the bbq, look at all that sexy BHM man meat! 😍