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Get used to your clothes feeling tight. You're going to keep outgrowing them, outfit after outfit. Just let all your lard stress the seams and spill out over your waistband...

Get used to not knowing what a "normal" portion looks like. You're going to keep eating at every meal until you're too full to take another bite. Bit by bit, those servings will just keep getting bigger...

Get used to seeing that double-chin in the mirror. And feeling it press against your neck whenever you look down at your growing mass of tummy paunch. It's a sign for everyone you meet, telling them what you have no self-control over your own endless gluttony.

Get used to working up a sweat just by walking upstairs. Hauling that fat ass and all those pounds of blubber with you up so many steps is bound to be exhausting. All that panting, the sweating, the way your heart races and pounds loudly in your ears... That's your reminder that you're supposed to be sedentary instead, not wasting calories on moving.

Get used to letting yourself go.

Get used to being an embarrassing hog in public.

Get used to feeling the softness of all that fat as you're falling asleep at night.