Gonna B Grizzly

That gut permanently jutting out in front of you, like an overstuffed balloon in need of more space. Stretch marks popping up on your belly and love handles, as your skin struggles to keep up with your greed. Having to take a step back in the bathroom to avoid your overhang spilling into the sink. Your gluttony finally putting an end to those creaking pants, your gut peeking several more inches out of that grey tee. Having to take time out in between fast food stuffings to waddle around Target to buy two sizes up. Starting to need to reach around your fat to be able to pleasure yourself...

Only this time it would be different. Not only are you more than doubling your daily calories, but you've also now trained your body to turn all those excess calories into flab. In Dec-Feb your body added mass - your gut expanded but was still tight. This time, who knows what you might look like - your whole body might become encased with soft, jiggly flab. And with your wrecked metabolism, you might have irreversibly turned yourself into a true fat boy.

I guess there's only one way to find out. It's time to turn that fantasy into a reality. Do it.

Rapid gaining is one hundred percent my thing, and it’s why I’m so fixated on truly diving into the deep end for an extended period of time. I want to descend so deep into the pool of gluttony that I touch the bottom of the pool, and when I turn back to the surface for a breath, my reality will have changed at such a pace that’s it’s disorienting.

I want to be covered in an intricate pattern of stretch marks. Every branching crimson line a tally of yet another thousand excess calories. Was it the gallon of melted ice cream? Maybe it was the catering sized platter of food? There’s no purer sign of unhinged gluttony than your own body’s inability to keep pace.

I want to emerge from this gluttony fueled fugue state unaware of my new heaviness—unaccustomed to the space my body now consumes. When I enter a room, bystanders subconsciously feel the itch of claustrophobia, as if my physical presence is equally as greedy as my hunger, devouring the three dimensional planes my body seemingly swells to fill.

I can't stand group appetizers. I just want to mow through food and people will eat one item and pause for conversation and it makes it so awkward cause I keep eating and I'm just confused like are you gonna eat any more of these or am I just gonna eat the whole plate.