#winterweightgain

I have always been attracted to fat men and had the desire to become one myself. I struggled throughout my college career to put on weight. I would binge for weeks and put on about ten pounds, only to become stressed and overworked resulting in me losing the weight. It was a frustrating cycle. I never had the time to truly transform my body into the jiggly ideal in my head. Once I graduated, I knew it was my time to grow. Before entering a master’s program, I decided I would take a year off to save money and gain weight. Between June and December I made a lot of progress. I gained about thirty pounds in six months, going from six foot and 150 pounds to 180 some odd pounds. It felt great. I wasn’t fat by any means, but I had filled out. I felt more in control of my body and like I had more of a presence when I entered a room. These gains were assisted by a new boyfriend I had met, Liam, on grommr. He was much fatter than me and had a well-developed paunch when we met. The combination of his encouragement and simply being around someone who ate so goddamn much really assisted in my weight gain. 

I flew home to a small town in Southern California for Thanksgiving. It was sad parting ways for a week with the boyfriend, but the prospect of a gluttonous Thanksgiving was enticing. My family was rather traditional when it came to holidays and Thanksgiving was always an expansive, fattening, home cooked affair. I had been practicing bloating for weeks before hand so I could be sure to stuff myself to maximum capacity. In addition, my family had yet to see my thirty pound weight gain. When I arrived, I received several comments about how I’d “filled out.” Most of them were compliments amounting to how I looked more like a man, and much older. When feasting began I shocked everyone with how much food I consumed. I by far was the biggest eater at the table and filled up my plate four times. My stomach was so distended by the end of the day that it almost looked like a deformity. When I returned home, Liam raved that I was noticeably fatter. The scale had only shown a two pound weight gain, but he claimed it felt like more. Still, I was definitely excited and felt like an overweight BMI was just within my reach.

Liam and I both had plans to spend December and January with our respective famillies. We decided to make a rather fattening deal. After two months, when we returned home, we both had to have gained 25 pounds. If one or both of us failed to meet this criteria, the punishment would be 7,000 calories a day for two weeks. 

After two weeks of home cooking and holiday treats, I had already packed on twelve pounds. And it was starting to get noticeable. My belly poked out above my waistline. T-shirts and sweaters clung tightly to my midsection. I was a cliche, my weight quickly rising due to holiday sweets and egg nog. No one made any comments, as I assumed they figured I would lose it all in the spring. What they didn’t know was that my gut would continue to grow and that my newfound potbelly was a source of constant eroticism. My cock grew hard at every meal, and even the slightest jiggle of my belly would leave me dripping precum. By the time Christmas day arrived I was about 15 pounds heavier than when I’d first arrived at home. I was greatly looking forward to Christmas dinner, which was typically a bigger affair than Thanksgiving in my house. My mom made a spread with all of the traditional holiday food, but went especially crazy with the desserts. There were more cakes, pies, cookies, cobblers, and loafs than our family could ever consume in a day. 

After exchanging presents, my body was ready to gorge. I was jittery with excitement at the prospect of stuffing my gut as full as I possibly could with delicious fattening food. Once dinner began, I made no attempt at hiding my gluttony. I inhaled my first plate of food within minutes. I got a couple comments about how hungry I was. I would only smile and agree as I loaded up plate after mountainous plate of food. My belly was swelling under the tight knit sweater I was wearing. After three plates of ham, turkey, rolls, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and yams all drowned in gravy I began on the dessert foods. My gut was significantly bloated. My uncle was surprised that I was still “going so strong on the food.” While my mom made a comment that I better “watch my eating” as my “midsection is growing by the day.” A few other family members remarked with supportive jokes about how I was a growing boy and that everyone gets a a little portly over the holidays. My cock was rock hard and mashed against my thigh in my skinny jeans. I eventually had a healthy serving of every dessert at the table and seconds for some. By the time I was finished, my stomach looked abnormally bloated and I was in great pain. Once everyone finished, I retired to my bedroom and immediately took a nap. 

I woke up groggy and with an intense boner. I looked at the clock and it was 1 AM. I’d slept for several hours. I went outside and smoked a bowl then proceeded to watch A Christmas Story. Soon enough, the munchies began to set in, and the massive food baby that was working its way through my system, suddenly seemed to vanish. I was ravenously hungry. I began to storm the leftovers, eating pieces of pie and cake so large that I was shocked at my own gluttony. I was stuffing my face with everything I could get my hands on. I began to get enormously turned on and decided to bring the food to my room so I could eat and jerk off. I covered my bed with plates of delicious sweets and began eating with no hands like the hungry hog I was. Meanwhile, I stroked my cock and massaged my belly fat. I was getting food all over my fattening body, which I would lick and scrape off. I was determined to consume everything that I brought. I tried fucking the cobbler and then eating the filling off my dick. I was swallowing so much food that I hardly even recognized what was going into my mouth. Whatever I could get my hands on was swallowed. I cleaned all the plates in what seemed like no time at all. I finally let myself cum and shot my load across the room in moans of ecstasy. I  passed out sticky and bloated.

A few weeks passed and New Year’s came and went. I had gained 4 pounds just on Christmas day alone and continued to pack on the weight like I was an animal going into hibernation. I could barely fit into the outfit I had planned for New Year’s Eve festivities, which was slightly embarrassing, but still incredibly hot. Hungover the next morning, I looked through the photos on my phone and on Facebook of the night before. I had gotten completely wasted and didn’t remember much. I was shocked to see just how far my belly protruded out of my denim jacket. In several photos my shirt was riding up to reveal a swollen and hairy abdomen. Even my face looked a little fatter. A slight double chin appeared in certain angles. This was the first time I had a good look at all the weight I had gained and was truly shocked. I looked fat. 

I went to the bathroom and began examining myself in the mirror. My gut was on the verge of an overhang, ten more pounds and it would happen. I had even started to develop a fat pad. I knew my thighs had gotten thicker, but looking in the mirror I realized they were almost touching. I squeezed and jiggled my ass cheeks, Liam was going to love playing with those. Slight love handles were apparent from behind. I wanted them to grow. I got inches from the mirror to examine my neck fat. If I looked down or tucked my chin in, I developed a definite double chin. To top it all off, my entire body looked a tad bit hairier. I’d always had a decent patch of chest hair, but now it was spreading from shoulder to shoulder. I wondered if weight gain sparked hair growth.

I’d stopped tracking my weight since Christmas because I was confident I would meet, and likely surpass, the 25 pounds I promised Liam. The trip home had come to an end, and I was noticeably larger than when I’d arrived. Barely any of my clothes fit. I couldn’t wait for Liam to see. When I arrived at our apartment, he was sitting on the couch. I could tell he’d gained weight but not merely as much as me. We embraced and began fooling around. He was shocked and amorous of my newly formed love handles and jiggly beer gut. He squeezed handfuls of both and asked how much I’d gained. I told him I didn’t know and had stopped weighing myself. Liam revealed he had only gained 15 pounds. At first I was disappointed, but the prospect of the next week of gluttony was going to be amazing for Liam. We had wild sex exploring the new curves of each other’s bodies. 

End of Day Two:

Difficult. This is very difficult. The only thing keeping me going, really, is the promise of weight loss (and the fact that we are taking a family photo in a few weeks and I'd like to pride myself in having it as little photoshopped as possible...).

Lunch today was a grapefruit, 1/3 cup of plain oatmeal, 2 hard boiled eggs, and my tea instead of coffee. I felt pretty okay until around 5:30pm when hunger struck and all I could think about was every delicious thing I won't be able to eat for at least another 12 days (cheez-its, ice cream, oreos, junk food in general, real food, anything with flavor). 

Dinner was a "200g beef steak and a lettuce & cucumber salad" but without steak in the house, I just cooked up some beef we had already. The diet allows you to only steam or bake your meat and let me tell you... it was not enjoyable finding out what steamed red meat tastes like.

Dinner was also supposed to include a cup of black coffee, but I nixed it because my body can't handle that much caffeine, especially at night. They allow you to garnish your "salads" with vinegar or lemon juice, so I opted for balsamic vinegar in my salad and used the little bit left over in my salad bowl to flavor up the steamed meat. 

^ Apologies for some of the items being half-eaten. (I promise I gave myself more than pictured...) I was just so damn hungry that I started eating before remembering to take the photo. Granted, I don't think you're that curious as to what my meals look like, given what's on my menu.

I should have mentioned that my sister and I are doing this diet together at home. It's a good thing I have someone physically next to me going through it and to keep each other in check, because I absolutely would have given up by now. We cheated a little after dinner-- each had a 20 calorie unflavored barley rice cracker, just so we could feel a little fuller. It helped a ton and I realized after talking with JW that with this sort of diet, I'll allow myself little compromises to maintain my sanity. I may be a Korean girl on the outside, but this tummy is home-grown American and it likes to be fed. A lot.

The Denmark diet is definitely draining, energy-wise. My workout was a bit more sluggish today and I'm just going to have to lighten the workouts up since I'm not really taking in much in the first place. Running is proving difficult with all the impact, so I'm considering switching over to ellipticalling the next several days until my stomach shrinks and semi-acclimates to this new level of food.

2 days down, 11 more to go. Charging (slowly...) forward.

Xx JL

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Mind and body have caught up with each other...

Falling asleep last night was particularly difficult-- I'm not sure if it was the hunger or the fact that I had two cups of coffee, when my body is used to only a tiny bit of caffeine.

I woke up this morning realizing that I may need to make a few tweaks here and there so that I don't go insane the next 12 days. Breakfast this morning was the directed eggs and grapefruit and coffee, but I did add an egg (2 total instead of 1) because I'm only eating the whites. 

I'll be out of the house for lunch so I'm packing the grapefruit, 2 allotted hard boiled eggs, and 1/3 [dry] cup of oatmeal. I've decided to swap in unflavored/"ungarnished" Quaker oatmeal for some of the banana/toast portions the next couple of weeks and black tea instead of one of the coffees. Coffees will be drank during the meal prior to my workouts, which is  breakfast for today. I don't want my body to even adjust to being able to sleep after 2 cups of coffee.

Sorry for the TMI-- but the oatmeal was swapped in for digestive/bathroom's sake.Given the stark number of calories this diet lets you take in and the kinds of foods on it, my body needs a little help with ... "movement." 1/3 cup of oatmeal should be about 100-120 calories, which is a fair trade for a banana or slice of toast, and in my experience, much more fibrous.

The uphill battle has started!!!

Overall, not a bad day. 

I didn't have time for a workout today, which probably lessened whatever hunger pangs I was due for. I wasn't particularly hungry most of the day-- the bananas and eggs somehow tricked my body into being okay. I think the hunger may strike later tonight when my body realizes it's only really taken in about 630 calories. Womp womp...

I unfortunately don't have pictures for lunch and dinner, but it's not too difficult to imagine a banana, some eggs, and lettuce and cucumber, right? :) Feeling mostly like a rabbit right now, which is an incredibly weird concept for yours truly. I am a true carnivore and I'm really looking forward to the 200 grams of beef I get at dinner tomorrow! I'll probably be heading to bed early so I don't have the urge to cheat and teeter off this path. 

A bientot!

And so it begins...

Breakfast today was a cup of black coffee, 3 hard boiled eggs, a banana (which is interchangeable with toast), and a grapefruit.

To be honest, all of the foods listed in the Denmark Diet plan are foods I regularly seek out and enjoy-- the difficulty (I gather) comes from the very small quantity and the inability to eat anything else outside of these groups. 

Black coffee isn't really my thing-- I usually try to avoid coffee. I only started drinking coffee back in college during finals weeks to just keep my battery running and these days only have it on days that I am particularly exhausted or know that I have a looong day ahead. I'm a pretty strict earl grey tea kind of girl (with a splash of milk and 1 splenda, which I also normally would add to my coffee). I brewed my coffee a bit on the weaker side, so as to not throw my insides into splendaless-shell shock, and after a cup, I don't think black coffee should be too hard to stomach for the next 12 days.

Breakfast was pretty filling with the banana and grapefruit. The grapefruit carries a lot of water, which helps make me feel pretty full for a couple of hours, and bananas are good additional fillers as well. I'm debating ruling out the toast for bananas during the whole duration of this diet, since bananas are much more filling, but maybe for variety's sake I'll throw a slice in somewhere down the road.

One of my current concerns is egg-yolks. Nothing to do with the cholesterol or fat content or whatnot, but I've always hated the taste of egg-yolks since I was a child. Whether they're runny or half cooked or hard boiled, I despise egg-yolks (hm.. except for when it's cracked on a Bismark Pizza...). Looking through the spreadsheet I have of my meals, it appears that whole eggs are a large portion of my caloric intake and egg-yolks are probably supposed to keep me fuller. This morning I attempted eating about a pinky fingernail sized piece of yolk attached to my egg white and just had to spit it back out and know myself enough to realize I won't be able to eat them. For now, I'm sticking with just boiled egg whites to see how my hunger levels react, but if I get too hungry without those extra ~150 calories (I'm assuming each yolk is around 50 calories), I might sub-in an extra egg white or half a slice of toast.

Here we gooooo

Hello, world. As mentioned in the About Us section, I'm a runner at heart. I ran the Hot Chocolate 15k in DC [December 2011], the Lawyers Have Heart 10k in DC [June 2012], and a National Health 10k race [December 2012]. I work out nearly every single day-- my workouts include about 30-60 minutes of cardio depending on my energy level that day, 15 minutes of stretching/abs, and about 15 minutes of weight machines.

Before embarking on this rather extreme 2 week diet, let me tell you a little about myself re: why on earth I'm putting myself through this: 

I. Love. Food.

I love baking (and sharing and tasting the fruits of my labor) and I truly, scrumptiously, ecstatically enjoy a delicious meal or bite. Despite my natural foodie status, my workouts generally balanced out my intake (I would keep conscious here and there and have smaller meals to compensate for a big one). HOWEVER, enter: my first winter back in a city whose temperatures made me want to hibernate and wear nothing tighter than an oversized sweater for 3 months... The holidays hit me pretty hard, as well as a stressful situation at home the past couple of months. I found that I'd put on a good several pounds and needed to do something about it before the weather gets warm.

My diet is more for the every-[workoutbunny]-girl who has always yoyo-ed several pounds here and there (nothing too extreme) and almost reached her goal weight, but never had the motivation to push that extra inch or two. After some not-so-subtle commentary from my parents about my larger-than-desired butt and thighs, I decided I would do this to silence their "concerns" and see if I had the focus/capacity to push through a torturous 14 days of actual dieting.

And so that I wouldn't tear my room apart or say terrible things to people out of hunger, here I am starting a blog with 2 of my best friends [who graciously agreed to go on a diet with me] and venting to cyberspace instead.

I begin my journey on Tuesday, February 19, 2013. Wish me luck and I'll let you know how this goes!