#Foods To Avoid To Lose Belly Fat

[yuvaap]

Transform Your Weight Loss Journey: 12 Foods to Avoid and Healthier Alternatives

Are you putting in the effort to eat right and exercise, yet the scale just won't budge? You’re not alone in feeling frustrated. Despite your best intentions, some seemingly harmless foods might be sabotaging your weight loss journey. It’s essential to recognize these foods and replace them with healthier options to achieve your weight loss goals more effectively.

Here, we’ll uncover 12 common foods that could be holding you back and suggest healthier alternatives that satisfy your cravings without derailing your progress. Ready to make smarter food choices? Let’s dive in!

1. Fruit Juices

Fruit juices often seem like a healthy choice, but most store-bought varieties are packed with added sugars and lack the fiber found in whole fruits. This can lead to increased calorie intake since juices don’t keep you feeling full.

Healthy Alternative: Eat whole fruits or make popsicles with fresh fruit pulp. Whole fruits are rich in fiber and essential nutrients that promote satiety and support weight loss.

2. Junk Food

Junk foods are delicious but are often high in sodium and unhealthy fats. They can raise cholesterol levels and harm heart health.

Healthy Alternative: Choose stir-fried vegetables, sprouts, or salted makhana (lotus seeds) for a nutritious and filling snack without the harmful effects of junk food.

3. Alcohol

Alcohol is full of empty calories and slows down your body's fat-burning process. Additionally, many alcoholic beverages come with sugary mixers, adding even more calories.

Healthy Alternative: Limit alcohol intake and opt for wine in moderation. Wine has fewer calories compared to most alcoholic drinks and can be enjoyed responsibly.

4. Ice Cream

Ice cream is a favorite treat, but it's loaded with sugar and calories, making it easy to overindulge and gain weight.

Healthy Alternative: Blend frozen fruits with Greek yogurt for a lower-calorie, healthier version of ice cream that still satisfies your sweet tooth.

5. Breakfast Cereals

Many breakfast cereals are processed and packed with sugar and artificial sweeteners, losing much of their nutritional value and contributing to weight gain.

Healthy Alternative: Start your day with oatmeal topped with fresh fruits, nuts, and seeds. This option is nutritious and keeps you full longer.

6. Candy and Chocolate Bars

These treats are high in sugar and unhealthy fats, offering empty calories with little to no nutritional value, which can contribute to weight gain and increase diabetes risk.

Healthy Alternative: Snack on nuts, seeds, or pure dark chocolate. These options are rich in nutrients and can satisfy your sweet cravings without the negative health impacts.

7. Refined Flour Products

Foods like white bread, pasta, and noodles made from refined flour have a high glycemic index and offer little nutritional value. They can spike blood sugar levels and cause health issues when consumed in large amounts.

Healthy Alternative: Choose whole wheat or semolina flour products. These options are higher in fiber and nutrients, supporting better blood sugar control and overall health.

8. Frozen and Processed Meat

Processed meats like bacon and ham are low in nutrients and high in sodium, which can negatively impact your weight and overall health. They often contain preservatives and additives that are harmful in large quantities.

Healthy Alternative: Opt for a balanced vegetarian diet rich in nutrients to support weight loss. Fresh vegetables, legumes, and plant-based proteins provide essential vitamins and minerals without the downsides of processed meats.

9. Sugary Caffeinated Drinks

Drinks like mocha, latte, and Frappuccino are often high in calories due to added sugars and creams, contributing to weight gain.

Healthy Alternative: Drink plain black coffee to boost metabolism and aid fat burning. If you need a bit of sweetness, consider adding a small amount of natural sweetener like stevia or a dash of cinnamon.

10. Baked Goods

Pastries, cakes, and cookies are high in sugar, trans fats, and refined flour. They are easy to overeat, leading to weight gain and other health problems such as diabetes and heart disease.

Healthy Alternative: Satisfy your sweet tooth with pure dark chocolate or fresh fruits. You can also try baking at home with healthier ingredients like whole wheat flour, oats, and natural sweeteners.

11. Salad Dressings

Many commercial salad dressings are high in fat and sodium, which can negate the health benefits of salads.

Healthy Alternative: Make your own dressing with hung curd or lemon juice and avoid excessive cheese. Adding herbs and spices can enhance the flavor without adding unnecessary calories.

12. Flavored Yogurt

Although Greek yogurt is nutritious, flavored yogurts often contain added sugars that can hinder weight loss.

Healthy Alternative: Switch to plain Greek yogurt or try vegan options like soy or coconut yogurt. Add fresh fruits or a small amount of honey for sweetness without the added sugars found in flavored varieties.

Transforming your diet by avoiding these foods and choosing healthier alternatives can significantly enhance your weight loss journey. For more detailed tips and expert advice on making smarter food choices, visit Yuvaap's comprehensive blog post. At Yuvaap, we offer a wealth of resources and support to help you achieve your wellness goals.

[housekeepinginfo]

Is indian food healthy for weight loss?

Many think Indian food is bad for losing weight. But, it can be healthy if you know what to pick. Traditional Indian food can have a lot of calories and fat from ghee and creamy sauces. Yet, there are many dishes that are good for losing weight. It's important to know about healthy Indian ingredients. By making smart changes, you can enjoy Indian food and lose weight. You can make your meals lighter and more balanced.

[bucks-babe]

Bucky loves his girl's tummy

Fluffy, a little smutty, reader is described as having extra pudge on her belly, kind of feral Bucky

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Imagine that once you start dating Bucky he takes care of you. Like he always makes sure that you are eating cause you tend to forget to eat sometimes. You aren’t used to someone fussing over you so much either. Previous boyfriends were so obsessed with how you looked. They hated that you had a little extra fat on your belly, calling it unattractive and that you were fat for it.

With them you had to go to the gym obsessively, making sure that your body stayed a certain way, not allowing you to eat certain foods in fear that you would lose your figure. With Bucky though, it was the opposite. 

All this man wants is to keep his girl happy and healthy, actually healthy, not what society deems to be so. This man makes sure you’re fed. Breakfast on deck, lunch breaks at work, he's there with your favorite, dinner is special for the two of you, always together with no interruptions. 

It happened gradually, you didn’t even notice it at first. Your pants were a little snug around the waist, some of your dresses didn’t fit the way they did before. When you noticed it you were shocked - the small bit of extra fat was now more pronounced than ever. 

Bucky didn’t let you avoid him either when you tried to go on a diet. Oh no, you were going to stay healthy and fed on his watch. It took some time but Bucky convinced you that the little pudge on your belly was natural, it meant that he was taking care of you.

Bucky absolutely loved the pudge. In bed, he would grab onto the soft skin and almost kneed it whilst he fell asleep. He loved holding you and feeling the softness contrasting his hard muscles. It made him almost feral to see you in skin tight dresses, the small hump of your belly pushing against the fabric.

He couldn’t wait to take you to bed after. One of his favorite positions was you on your back with your legs behind your head because it caused the pudge on your belly to roll up. While pounding into you, he would run his hands up and down your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock over the extra fat.

Another one of his favorites was doggy. The way your ass bounced made his cock harder than he thought possible, even more so when he would grab your love handles to bring you back to him harder. When he was especially needy he would hoist you up in front of a mirror while pounding you from the back so he could see gravity pull your little tummy down. He fucking loved to watch it jiggle while pounding you.

Of course he would love you at any weight but there is something he loves so fucking much about your little tummy and how soft it is.

[epigstolary]

On Your Own

The alarm buzzing on your phone announces another day of struggling to navigate your narrow, confined world. After a few minutes of burying your head under the pillow, you muster the strength to reach a heavy, puffy, flab-covered arm out to hit the snooze button. A couple of rocks back and forth with one of your shapeless legs and its bulging, wobbling sacs of fat, ready you to heave for the edge of the bed; and you feel your belly weight begin shifting and cascading over the side, helping to pull you toward an upright sitting position. You feel the now-familiar sensation of the thick layer of blubber burying every inch of your body sloshing with your movement, its weight pushing you down into a crater divoting most of this side of the bed. Your heart races and your breaths come shallow and labored as you recover from this extraordinary exertion, trying to collect yourself for the final push to stand up.

This hadn’t been the plan, not by a long shot. You were supposed to have a feeder, someone to take care of all the details like prepping your vast meals, getting the extensive grocery list needed to keep the overworked kitchen full, tidying up and performing all the personal care rituals you’d gotten too fat to do yourself without it taking a literal workout. And for a while, you’d had one. Someone who was happy, even eager, to see you gain as much as you possibly could. Someone who would have been far from disappointed to see you overwhelm your bed with your lard-packed body and keep eating. And someone who was willing to put in the work to help you make it happen.

He was there, cooking before and after work, making sure you had the piles of alternately greasy or fatty or sweet or salty food you needed to keep your waistline expanding and the rolls covering your body growing. He was there restocking your snack cabinet and your soda fridge and your containers of prepped meals so you rarely had to do more than waddle to the kitchen to find a couple thousand calories waiting for you. He was there to admire your growing bulk, watching as that heavy swollen belly swallowed up your lap, that ballooning butt anchored you more and more firmly to the couch, that double chin and those tits and that bicep flab piled up around your chest as if to bury you.

He’d eventually fed you to a point beyond what you’d have ever thought possible. He made sure you were tantalized by food 24/7, always able to have something tasty and fattening on hand at any moment of the day, never not thinking about your next snack or meal or indulgence. His encouragement left you with a permanent craving for something at all times — a craving he was always ready to satisfy. You didn’t worry about what his doting attention was doing to your body, or your stamina, or your health, because he was there. He was taking care of you. Even if you wound up in bed and too fat to ever move again, he’d be there to make sure you had everything you needed. You could get as big as you wanted, and know that he would always find a way to make it work.

And then he was gone. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on how, again, for the thousandth time. The stark fact was that now you were on your own — no job, nothing like the amount of food he’d kept stocked up, struggling even to move under the 700 lbs he’d fed into you. You managed to avoid disaster — dusting off your resume and finding remote work, setting up a service for groceries, getting a monthly pass to keep your lifeline of fast food deliveries coming. But you knew how precarious your situation was, and how little it would take for your morbidly-obese, food-addicted self to be in real trouble, if you put on just a few pounds or had to try and travel hardly any distance.

Because you definitely weren’t getting any smaller. Fear didn’t keep you from picking up the fork; if anything, it made you shovel more junk down your throat. And how else were you supposed to lose weight, join a gym and start exercising? You knew you could bounce along on a treadmill for two or three minutes at most before your pounding heart and burning lungs would force you to quit. You’d be reduced to a wheezing, overheated mound of blubber desperately trying to collect yourself in front of a gym full of fit, healthy, judgmental people. You’d have to make do at this size for as long as your luck would hold out, hoping against hope that you wouldn’t grow and lose what little mobility you still had.

And so you do your best to stumble through your morning routine — your ass and belly squeaking as they rub against the sides of the shower stall they’re too big for, your chubby arms and bingo wings quivering as you reach into the grease-soaked paper bag for another fast-food breakfast sandwich, your couch creaking ominously as you settle in for work with your laptop and your chocolate-caramel-laced excuse of a coffee. You know, somewhere deep down, that there’s a ticking clock counting down — this is not a stable situation that can last forever. You know you can’t stop gorging and gaining. Things aren’t desperate enough yet for you to want to; but even if you did, you know you couldn’t. The day is coming when you’ll be stuck here, too big to help yourself anymore, no way to save yourself from snowballing growth. You know you can’t stop it.

And you realize why, for the first time. The voice you hear in the back of your mind, telling you how hungry you are, how tasty that little snack or dessert would be, is his voice. When you run your fingers across the soft, yielding flab spreading out from your body, it’s his touch, his hands that you feel. And when that yearning, aching, burning desire to eat even more and grow even heavier overtakes you, it’s his desperate lust that you feel. “I need you so much bigger, babe… I need you fat enough to fill this bed, so the real feeding can start.”

It doesn’t matter that he isn’t around anymore. That living independently and being a half-ton are a complete contradiction. That caring for yourself and being a bedbound lardpile are irreconcilably exclusive. You might be on your own, but he insinuated himself into your psyche a long time ago. After him, there was no going back to your merely chubby former self. His encouragement was corrupting to your very soul; and you were chained to him and his wishes as surely as if the ghost of his memory were the living, breathing man, delicately forcing another fattening morsel between your lips.

You were his. You are his. And he wants you fatter.

[clearexpertarcade]

Stephen sank heavily into the couch, feeling his full stomach press against the waistband of his shorts. It was a familiar discomfort by now, a tightness that seemed to grow worse with each meal. He’d barely settled in before he found himself shifting, trying to find a position that wouldn’t press his belly so firmly against the unyielding fabric. But there was no avoiding it—the shorts were simply too tight, the button straining against the extra heft he’d packed on over the last few months.

Groaning softly, Stephen tried to control himself, feeling the weight of his swollen stomach pressing down on his lap. “I don’t need to eat—I don’t want to get fat,” he muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if saying it out loud might make it easier to resist. His hands settled on his belly, pressing into the soft flesh, hoping the touch would ground him, reminding him just how much he’d gained since starting college. His fingers dug in slightly, feeling the give beneath them, a tangible reminder of the pounds he’d piled on.

Yet, as he took a deep breath, his pants pinched sharply, digging into his skin with an uncomfortable bite. He glanced down and winced at the sight of the waistband, stretched to its limit and leaving angry red marks across his hips and lower belly. The shorts had once hung loose on him, the waistband barely touching his skin. Now, every inch clung tightly, pressing uncomfortably against his expanding waistline. Each time he sat down, it was a struggle to even pull them up, and buttoning them had turned into a nightly battle he was constantly losing.

With a reluctant sigh, he reached down and began to fumble with the button, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh that now occupied the space where his waist had once been. The button resisted, refusing to give, as if protesting the indulgence of his recent habits. With a quick tug, it finally popped open, and Stephen let out a sigh of relief as his belly spilled forward, freed from its cramped quarters. The sharp pinch of the waistband gave way to a lazy stretch, his stomach spilling out over his lap.

He traced his fingers over the red marks left by his waistband, his touch lingering on the soft, exposed flesh. The sensation was equal parts comforting and maddening—a reminder of how far he’d strayed from the lean, athletic figure he’d once been. He hated that he needed to unbutton his pants just to sit comfortably, hated how every pair of shorts now seemed to accuse him silently with their tightness. And yet, no matter how many times he promised himself he’d cut back, he found himself right back here, too full to think straight, his shorts unbuttoned, his belly filling his lap.

The scent of the food lingering on the table in front of him was intoxicating, the warmth of the greasy meal calling to him, urging him to take just one more bite. He squeezed his gut again, as if that would somehow quell the hunger gnawing at him, the urge to indulge “just this once”—like all the other times. “I shouldn’t,” he murmured, eyes fixed on the food. “I really shouldn’t.”

But before he could stop himself, his hand reached forward, almost of its own accord, picking up the food. He hesitated for a moment, then took a large bite, savoring the taste as if he’d been starving. The flavors washed over him, pushing aside the guilt and frustration, and he sank back into the cushions, chewing slowly, his hand still resting on his belly as if he could feel it growing with each bite.

Every time he told himself he’d stop, that he wouldn’t keep eating like this. And every time, he gave in, his desire to control himself fading the moment food was within reach. As he took another bite, he glanced down at the red marks, tracing them absentmindedly with his fingers, a reminder of how tight his pants had become. There was no hiding it anymore; he’d outgrown his clothes and his control in equal measure.

He shifted again, feeling the fabric bite into his sides, but even the discomfort couldn’t stop him. The satisfaction of the food overpowered the guilt, and he found himself sinking back, feeling every inch of his belly, the soft overhang pressing against his thighs, and the ever-present red marks left by his waistband—a quiet reminder of how far he’d let himself go and, perhaps, how much further he was willing to let himself fall.

[spamhamandeggs]

The Thrill of Getting Fat

Diet culture. We can’t escape it. Always telling us what we shouldn’t eat, that we need to lose weight. Fat is taboo.

So how do we, as feedists, deal with that taboo? We break it. We’re naughty. After all, everybody knows that when someone tells you that you can’t have something, you want it all the more. It’s thrilling to be naughty, to break the rules, to give diet culture the middle finger. It’s thrilling to get fat. I think this is part of the allure of being a feedee: violating the weight taboo.

There’s the open gluttony and getting obscene amounts of food to eat. I can imagine my feeder saying at the drive-through, “three, no I better make that four double burgers just in case they want a snack before dinner,” thereby implying that a full double burger is merely a snack. Or going to a buffet and getting a plate with a comical quantity of fattening desserts.

Then there’s the pleasure of eating. Of course, there’s the taste of the food, but the real thrill is in the choice of food, because I’m not getting fat on vegetables. Oh, no. Diet culture tells us to avoid “junk” or “unhealthy” food, but as a fattening up feedee, I’m feasting on foods everyone else feels guilty about. To vanilla society, each bite is an embrace of depravity.

Of course, the results of feeding are also their own thrill. Other people fret about outgrowing clothes, but I get to look forward to it. Rather than stress over finding time to exercise and lose another pound, I get to be lazy and pleasure myself with decadence. I get to enjoy my budding bulging belly and feel my feeder’s pride in it. And of course, once I’m truly fat, I won’t be able to hide how much space I take up while engaging in flagrant gluttony. It’s quite an act of rebellion to be undeniably fat yet still shamelessly choose the most fattening foods to gorge on.

So, let’s go for a thrill ride. Let’s go out and get something to eat. Let’s go make me fat.

[filled-with-fat]

Imagine waking up as a fat man

Imagine your boyfriend having to get you out of bed as you struggle to manoeuvre your massive 500lbs body.

Imagine your boyfriend helping you put on your 6xl tshirt; him struggling to pull it down past your pierced nipples, and your protruding gut, and how tight it looks and feels, with the fabric clinging around your bulging love handles and arm rolls.

Imagine how awkward it is out in public; everyone staring at the blob you are, the fattest thing they’ve probably ever laid eyes on. They stare as you’re constantly readjusting your tshirt, you keep pulling it down to avoid your massive flabby belly poking out and embarrassingly showing itself to the world - as if everyone isn’t already thinking how excessively obese you are.

But imagine how much you can eat and fit in your gut; how your boyfriend ties your hands behind 2 chairs (because you can’t fit on 1) and blindfolds you, then, feeds you 3 BigMacs, Pancakes with syrup, 3 McFlurrys, and an Apple Pie, whilst funnelling 5 gainer shakes down your throat, each one having 1,000 calories. And then, you fall into a food coma from all the food you’ve engorged. Humans aren’t meant to be able to eat this much, you’re not supposed to be able to consume a whole WEEK’s supply of food in just ONE HOUR. your morbidly obese body serves as a constant reminder for others to ‘eat healthy’ and exercise. Yet, at the same time, it feels so good to be able to hold all this in your belly, knowing that it’s gonna help you grow even more.

Imagine how good it feels when your boyfriend grabs your love handles and squishes your belly; his finger tracing your stretch marks, and poking your belly button.

Imagine how big your moobs are; how fat and bulbous they looked perched on your giant belly, and how sensitive your enlarged pierced nipples are, how your whole body shakes from excitement as your boyfriend pinches and twists them.

Imagine how big your butt looks; how it takes up over half of your king sized bed, how fucking huge and filled with cellulite it is, how it jiggles when your boyfriend slaps it with his burly muscles, how erotic it feels knowing it’s the size of Saturn.

Imagine how turned on you are when he goes down on you; how good it feels as his lips caress your fat, blubbery cheeks, and how pleasuring it is to feel his fingers enter your @n^s.

Imagine not being able to see your dick; your boyfriend having to manoeuvre a mountain of lard just to s^ck you off, oh but how pleasurable it is when his lips finally reach your covered gem, after all his effort to get past your heavy fat pad (no one’s been down there for weeks), and how quick you are to c^m from all the exhilaration.

Imagine him looking at you after you’re both finished; your c^m dripping out of his mouth, how you both laugh and smile at each other, how proud he is of you, you’re his giant butter boy, who’s only purpose is to pleasure your master.

And imagine knowing how much bigger he wants you to get; knowing that this isn’t even the beginning, knowing that there’s no going back, because you’ll lose the man who ever showed the slightest interest in you, and knowing that he wants to feed you until your so big, you can’t get out of bed, and you’re reliant on him for everything, 24/7.

[bbgliker-teehee]

i genuinely hate how the only plus size/ fat rep in both shows is given to either BG characters viv wasn't involved in or just the "evil guys". you cannot tell me that woman has any respect for plus sized people at all.. she enforces harmful stereotypes and outright refuses to add ANY diversity to her characters (the "i'm afraid to draw muscles" bs for example)

• literally how can you make the embodiment of gluttony not at least a little bit chubby?? she literally can summon all types of foods & drinks?? thats her entire thing?? she is built like a kardashian.. how. if you're gonna depict the main two fat ppl in your shows as food addicted a-holes why not stay consistent (impossible for her)

•both main fat characters (adam, mammon) are always seen eating unhealthy stuff in masses. a very harmful stereotype. and also adding to the stigma plus sized ppl face on a daily basis.

•not to mention the constant fat "jokes" directed at moxxie, which are a) unnecessary and b) blatantly wrong?? moxxie isn't even fat?? and even then its always implied fat people are fat because they can't stop eating or only eat junk food, like blitz telling moxxie to eat a salad. or loona.

• husk. that man literally consumes alcohol like it's water and he doesn't have an alcohol belly??? hello??? thats...not avoidable when you're an alcoholic... SAME FOR VEROSIKA.

•the mammon & fizz bs. a fat character telling an already skinny person they're "chungo?" and he should lose weight cause people find it sexy af? and its outright implied its bad behavior? she's just immensly hypocritical with this. loona & blitz said similar things towards moxxie but there it's funny & acceptable? f off.

•mimzy is the only fat character that she designed that is close to the HH main cast and she's also portrayed as a shitty person. every fat character is a shitty person and called out for it.(adam with charlie, mammon with fizz, and mimzie with alastor) everyone else literally looks the same and is equally shitty as a person but is never called out because its her blorbos.

but we're talking about the woman who turned st. peter into a blue eyes, blone haired anime twink and refuses to draw BIPOC- or any diversity for that matter....

Adam and Mammon are so similar that Vivianne might as well make them the same character...

And Mimzy my love....they did you dirty

[skinnywannabesworld]

Motivational Quotes For 🌟ving: TW

Junk food you've craved for an hour, or the body you've craved for a lifetime? Your decision.

A month from now you can have progress, results and progress, OR you can have the same old excuses, guilt, regret and shame.

Every taste adds to the waist

What you eat in private you wear in public.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

Excuses don't burn calories.

Do it because they said you couldn't.

Do not let the weekend become your weak end.

The only bad workout is the one that didn't happen

F_t body. It's your choice.

Consistency doesn't mean never messing up, it means never giving up.

If you eat what you've always eaten, you'll weigh what you've always weighed.

Excuses don't get results

A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips

Fat lasts longer than flavour

Your body can stand almost anything. It's your mind you need to convince.

Your only limit is your mind

We can't control everything, but we can control what we put in our body.

In 2 weeks you'll feel it, in 4 weeks you'll see it, in 8 weeks you'll hear it.

It's easier to work out every day than it is to look in the mirror each day and not like what you see

You won't always love the workout, but you will always love the results

You need to make changes to see changes

A workout a day keeps belly fat away

Suck it up, and one day, you won't have to suck it in

It all fun and games until your jeans don't fit anymore

Do not use your stomach as a trash can

Eat for the body you want. Not for the body you have.

Because when you cheat, the only person that loses is you.

Stop being jealous of her body and do something about yours

Eating junk all day because you ate 2 cookies, is like stomping on your phone because you dropped it.

Sweat is just fat crying

A Moment On The Lips – A Lifetime On The Hips

The workouts you want to avoid most are the workouts you need most.

If you're tired of starting over stop giving up

A year from now you may wish you had started today

Do it for the after selfie

Eat wise drop a size

It is better ro resist than to regret

[requiemfordreams]

Some tips that helped me lose weight while having an ed and preventing dizziness, fatigue hair loss, and brain fog.

For some reason eating after 2pm has reduced my cravings alot.

Chewing sugar free gum helps alot. Most of them contain sorbitol for the sweet taste and consuming sorbitol in a large amounts can lead to it acting as a laxative.

Coffee. To keep you full and again another laxative. But it can only be had hot for it to work.

Dry fruits. They contain little to no calories and prevent you from feeling dizzy.

Some junk foods are considered empty caloric foods because they do not provide any sort of good calories that your body can use, which can lead to your body storing them. So if you can find a low empty calorie food, you can sometimes eat them to keep yourself full. I should note this might not work for some people but it has worked for me.

What also has worked for me is make the same lunch to take to school, which is really low cal and because it is my comfort food and it helps me not think about food and since I spend 9 hours at school, not counting the 40 mins it takes me to and fro from school, I'm able to spend an ample amount of time not eating and that works wonders

and if my parents asks me to eat, I just say I shared my friends' lunch and I'm full.

I m like to distract myself from eating everytime I have a craving by chugging alot of water, which is first good for your health and keeps your belly full for longer.

I take multivitamins to keep up with all the necessary nutrient needs.

I also drink like 30gms of protein powder with water to help with my muscles, and also because protein helps in losing calories.

Fruits. Especially watermelons. They are so full of water, a cup of watermelons contains 46 kcal and can make you feel full really fast and they are packed with the good kinds of carbohydrates, vitamin A, C, and B6, full of potassium and absolutely no fats or sodium.

Cucumbers. Again, water based with almost little to no calories to them.

If you are having hair loss problems, biotin is a great supplement for hair and so is protein.

Try as much as you can to make sure you're not alone too long. Because when nobody is there around you, you're more prone to giving into your urges. So if you see that in you, try being around as much people as possible.

Coconut water is a great drink to help balance your electrolytes and keep your nutrients to the level.

Coconut oil and if you're Indian, ghee is great for your hair because it makes your hair more healthy and strong. It would be best if you kept your hair oiled overnight before washing and not just a few hours.

If it helps, because it has worked with me, even though I look fat, I tell everyone around me about how little I eat or how healthy I eat. And sometimes if I have to eat with other people, I will only have half of the food I ordered and ask if anyone can finish it because I'm not used to having so much food. Or I already had such a big breakfast that this seems too much. The little lies, that make you feel accountable into not eating so much even when you're alone.

I like to avoid sodas and energy drinks even if they're diet soda or not, because they honestly have way too many calories that your body can retain.

Masturbating. It's weird but five mins of it can lead to losing 400kcals and that's worth a bit of something.

Studying. It doesn't feel like it but you use alot more calories when you're concentrating on your work.

Sitting up straight. The will of keeping your shoulders straight and your spine straight, it takes up alot of calories because your body is not used to you doing that.

Doing chores around the house that require you to be on your feet.

Drink alot of water. But not too much.

Make a habit of waking up at a certain time in the morning and sleeping at a certain time. This makes way for a more disciplined mind, and more will power and honestly, not only do you not get so much fatigue or dizziness, it cultivates good sleeping habit. Which is not only good for the body, it also helps you stay focused in classes.

There is a certain set of yoga called the suryanamaskar which promotes good cardiovascular health and if you do 12 sets of it everyday, helps in losing calories. And they are so simple and easy for you to do if you don't feel like you have much energy.

I don't have more but if I do, I'll reblog and add them.

[livelaughlaw3]

A really bad joke

TW : angst, sadness, physical touch, TCA, anorexia, bodyshaming (Yasopp it's always him), sickness, fluffy end <3333

You are single in this story and Shanks is only your Captain. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

Sitting on the deck, at the table, you watch them play, you often laugh because there are a lot of bad losers and cheaters in this crew. You get up with Lucky to prepare the meal and it takes less than thirty minutes to be served. Shanks and Hongo were talking in another room and will not witness the scene that is about to occur. You sit down, as soon as they start eating your crew congratulates you on what you have just prepared. When Yasopp, a little more tipsy than normal, while you are the last to take your cutlery, makes a comment to you. Stupid, petty and cruel. What he usually calls “a joke” is actually a criticism you will never forget. “Easy Y/N, it won’t fly away. Even if for you, it would do you good, ahahahahahah.” Benn tells him to apologize to you immediately and to be silent. What he does. You immediately lose your smile and your appetite, but you didn't think you were fat ? You put your cutlery down correctly and take your plate back to the kitchen. Benn tries to tell you to stay and eat but you say you're not hungry. You cover it and put it in the fridge, for the next person who gets hungry. You start to do the dishes that you and Lucky had left for the meal.

You rinse it and go to your room, his remark will never leave your mind. Your Captain sees you joining their quarters, he frowns. You've already cleaned this morning and you should be eating, it's lunch time. “Y/N !!!”, you stop, turning to where your name came from. Shanks walks up to you “Are you okay ?”, you nod. “Are you not staying with us anymore ?”, “I’m tired..” He holds your cheek in his hand, tilts his head to the side. “Is that true ?”, you nod your head. He kisses your forehead and tells you to rest. You nod and go back to your room, you lie down and take a nap. Shanks and Hongo will sit at your table to eat.

The incident was “forgotten” by the crew. The day passes quietly, you sleep until the evening. The crew left, having landed on an island. So much the better, you don't have to make them food. You go back to bed, cover yourself and go back to sleep. They return slowly a few hours later and everyone goes back to their beds. Your Captain opens the door to your room, without knocking, places a bouquet of roses and chocolate on your bedside. He covers you a little more and kisses your cheek then closes the door. He goes to sleep, the next day he is busy. He walks past you as you clean their rooms and change their sheets. You thank him for the gifts and tell him that you put the flowers in a vase. “Glad you liked it, sweetie. You ate ?" You nod, you hate lying to him but otherwise he won't let you go. He goes to join the others.

Strangely, you remain docked on this same island for several weeks. They go out almost every day, except for you even though they tried to bring you with them. You don't even think about eating, you drink a lot of water to make your belly seem full. You continue to carry out your tasks, but without nutritional intake, you become less and less efficient. You prepare the meal for them, without eating anything, you don't even taste to know if it's too salty. So you can continue to lie to your Captain about the fact that you ate while you were preparing for them.

Three weeks, without eating a single meal, you lost around ten kilos. You think internally that you are fat, in fact you avoid looking at your body in the mirror. You pinch your stomach, thinking you find fat there. You put on long dresses with long sleeves to hide that your body has melted like snow in the sun. You sleep all the time, you have trouble breathing. Despite that, thinking about food makes you instantly nauseous. What your teammate told you resonates in your head. You keep drinking water to “fill” yourself up. Your BMI has always been perfect. So you don't have any reserves that your body would have stored against such malnutrition. As time goes by, you become infinitely tired, you no longer prepare food, leaving Lucky to do so. Shanks came to your room several times to ask you out. You answered that you were tired and it was true, visible. “Do you want me to tell Hongo to come see you ?”, you shook your head every time.

You fall in front of him, he rushes towards you “Y/N ??! What is it, angel ??!” You shrug your shoulders, he carries you in his arms to your bed. You don't let him look at you to see if you've hurt yourself. But he already noticed how light you were in his arms. He's also very busy, so he often forgets to send Hongo to examine you.

You stumble, after three weeks, you can no longer stand. You stay in bed, in the dark, covered. You're stressed, you have bone pain. You fall asleep, but you don't actually wake up. You stay in your bed, half passed out, you end up losing consciousness. You weigh less than 40 kilos and are 1.70 meters tall.

Your Captain had a good lie-in and when he got up, around 1 p.m., there was no one on the ship. The whole crew is out, so he showers, gets dressed and opens the door to your room, sure to find you there. Bingo, he crouches down and shakes your arm lightly. You don’t hear it “Baby, wake up, it’s 2 p.m..” He places his fingers on your neck, feeling a very faint pulse. He removes your blanket and strokes your hair, your face is hollow. He takes off your long dress, you are left with nothing but skin and bones. He frowns, his hand can circle your thigh. “Y/N !!! Treasure, please wake up !!! Shake my hand !!!” You stay still, he gets you dressed and places his arms under your thighs and under your neck. He carries you and takes you straight to the hospital. He explains to the nurse who registers the patients. Your blood pressure is low but you are alive. You stay lying in his arms, in the waiting room. He touches your stomach, he could almost brush against your organs, through the skin. He touches your shoulders, lets his hand run over your arms, your thighs, back to your cheek. He sighs, looking up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

When a doctor tells him to come, he lifts you up to a room where he gently places you on the bed. He takes off your dress so the doctor can examine you. A nurse will give you an IV to start renutrition. Shanks is told that you are malnourished. “We will have to do this very gently in order to preserve the liver, the heart, the brain.” Your Captain nods and listens “We have to monitor her all the time, her temperature and her heart rate. She is probably slowed down in her movements and breathes with difficulty when she is awake.” The nurse offers Shanks something to eat but he is suddenly not hungry either. She covers you then they go out, he strokes your hair and looks at you attentively. He doesn't understand what's going on.

The crew returns to the ship and finds no one, not even you, so the right hand man contacts his Captain. Who picks up “We’re at the hospital, come on. Room no*****”. Benn joins you, accompanied by Hongo who was also unaware of what happened that day. Benn explains what happened. “We thought she had eaten afterwards, we didn’t think she had cut off all nutritional intake since then.” Shanks almost pulls his hair out hearing that. Still his idiot teammate. He is furious, if Yasopp had been in front of him when he found out, he would have killed him. Hongo says “So if I understand correctly, if we count exactly, since he said that until today, it’s been 27 days since she swallowed anything.” Shanks grits his teeth, he doesn't want to let his anger out on the wrong people. He just said to his right-hand man “I would have appreciated you keeping me informed Beck.” The right arm apologizes flatly, a silence falls between them. Hongo asks what the doctor said, Shanks replies “Hospitalized, for at least 2 weeks.” He tells them to go back, they obey, on the road, it is very silent.

Your Captain stays awake until the next morning, he ends up falling asleep sitting, head in his arms, on your bed. He sleeps for a few hours, he goes out to buy you something to eat. You wake up around 12 p.m. You look around, with no energy to move your body. You keep your eyes open, trying to scan the room with your eyes. Your Captain comes in, without looking at you at first. He puts the meal on the table when he glances at you. Very happy inside, even if he doesn't show it to you. “Don’t panic sweetie, it’s me, I took you to the hospital.” You look at him, exhausted, he grabs your hand in his. “It’s okay honey, I’m here. How are you feeling ?" You shrug your shoulders, you can't speak. You see your Captain's eyes fill with tears. “I found you in your bed, motionless, I thought you were dead !!!” You're powerless to even tell him not to worry. You pull his forearm towards you, he comes closer, you raise your hand to wipe his tears. He lets you do it, he kisses your forehead then smiles at you. You make a sloppy, whispered apology. He shakes his head “I don’t blame you, Beck explained to me. Why didn't you tell me ? You know I’m here for you and will help you no matter what you ask.” You shrug your shoulders and struggle to lift your neck. He places your pillow behind you to lift you up slightly.

You feel your body in pain, you are on morphine and electrodes are attached to your chest. He sits on a chair, wanting to understand “Is that why you wore long dresses ? Were you hiding your body ?” You nod, he caresses your cheek then he convinces you to eat what he bought you. “Don’t you dare tell me you’re not hungry, because after a month without eating anything, you can’t not be hungry.” He opens the box and asks you to eat together, he’s the one who makes you eat. But after four spoons, you turn your head away. He says to you “Okay, later then.” You shake your head, he loses his temper slightly “If you keep this up, you’re going to DIE !! Y/N !!!” You stare into space, replying “It’s… not a big deal.” Shanks blames himself, because he feels like he neglected you. Sure, he was busy, but if he had insisted on staying with you for just one day, he would have realized the problem. He closes the box, losing his appetite too, seeing you like that. He puts it back in the bag and sits closer to you. “Darling, don’t say that.. You can’t die, certainly not under my nose and never, ever, will I allow you to abandon me, love.” His hand holds your wrist and runs over the flesh delicately. He tries to convince you “Come on my doll, make a little effort.” You tell him that you are no longer hungry. He nods, covering you a little more.

The nurse comes in and asks you how you feel. She takes your constants and tells you to listen to your Captain. You don't even pay attention to what she's saying. For you, only your thoughts count and they tell you that you are fat and that you need to lose weight again. You hear Shanks say “Give me a kiss princess.” and honestly thinks he talked to the nurse. But the nurse left the room several minutes ago. He touches your cheek, you come to your senses and ask “Uh ?! M-Me ??!” He nods, smiling, you give him a kiss on the cheek. He is happy, thanks you and hugs you. He makes you promise not to hide anything from him anymore. You tell him you're fat, he pinches your stomach gently. “Are you kidding or what ?? Look at ??! Where ? Where ? Where’s the fat ??!” You sigh, he covers you and sits back down to eat the rest of the meal he bought.

He looks at you, while you look at your feet, the smell of shrimp disgusts you. You make a deal “You must eat from my plate, at least once a day and with me. You sleep with me. You stay with me." You accept, you have to. You ask him “In exchange, what do you do ?” He smiles at you “Whatever you want, my moon !!!” You tell him “So, don’t get angry with your teammate..” He grits his teeth and tells you “We’ll see later.” Lime and Lucky came to see you, say hello. They tell you the same thing as your Captain. You're not fat, far from it. You need to eat and get back to your usual weight. In the evening, you eat a little, he helps you brush your teeth then lies down again. He stays with you for almost twenty days of hospitalization. You've gained 6 kilos, which is very good. The doctor agrees to let you out, he showered you, dressed you and carried you in his arms to the ship. You dozed on his shoulder, you go up to the deck. You hear your crew interrupt and wish you a safe return.

Shanks carries you to his room, lays you down on his bed, covers you, kisses you on the forehead then walks out. You are still dozing but not enough to fall asleep straight away. They're arguing, there's nothing you can do to stop that. “They put a catheter in her !!! In the nose !!! In the arm !!!! Lots of tips !!! ALL BECAUSE YOU CAN’T HOLD YOUR MOUTH !!!!” Yasopp apologizes but your Captain doesn't want to hear anything. “You don’t talk to her anymore, I don’t ever want to hear your crude comments about her body or about her or anything she does.” Shanks goes to eat, explains briefly to the crew, Yasopp feels guilty. Then your Captain showers, gets dressed and goes to bed with you. He caresses your cheek as you finally fall asleep. He hugs you, kisses your face.

The following weeks, you sometimes vomit, he reassures you and encourages you to eat again. He always makes you eat from his plate, in small quantities. Whether it’s what you want him to buy you or what Lucky prepares for you. You end up getting back to your old weight after almost three months. He always watches you and makes you sit on his lap when it's meal time to make sure you never do it again. Relations between you and Yasopp or him and your Captain continued to be terse or cold for several months.

Enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[gluttonygirls]

Natsuki pink, Yuri purple~

"Too many cupcakes this, too many cupcakes that... I'll show you too many cupcakes."

Huffing in a mix of anger and exhaustion as she bent down low, the pink haired fatty's belly brushed the ground as she reached into the oven. Pulling out a tray of cupcakes, careful to avoid burning herself by bumping the tray into her stomach, she lifted them to the nearby counter. Her fat leg, one more suited to an elephant than a person, kicked the oven closed.

Natsuki was quick to work. She'd had a lot of practice, as her doughy body showed. At over eight hundred pounds packed onto her petite frame, she was wide as she was tall, looking like a flabby orb from a distance. The fact that she was only in her pinstriped underwear didn't help either, pink and white making her look even wider than usual. Shuffling around, her huge hips kept bumping into the counters, rattling the cupcakes she'd prepared already.

Grumbling as one splattered to the floor, joining dozens on the ground, she didn't care. There were still hundreds stacked high on the tray she was preparing, it was fine to lose a few.

Finishing up the last of her meal, she huffed. Wiping her hands on her bare belly, not caring about her decorum at this point, she hefted up the tray and started to waddle. It was hard enough to move herself around, flabby arms wobbling, her jiggling thighs threatening to toss her off balance, but still she managed to get to the other room.

"Hey, Yuri! Look what I've got!"

"Hah... wha...?"

Groaning as she sat on the couch, filling it out entirely, Yuri peered over her gut to watch Natsuki enter the room. The other member of the book club was even fatter than Natsuki, her gargantuan stomach falling between her legs, forcing her pillowy thighs apart so it could slope down and touch the ground. Hips flooded over the armrests, bending them outwards to make more space for her huge behind. Pushing down on her bust, one hand shifting and squishing a breast as big as most people, the other woman muffled a belch.

"Bbbrrroouoooppp... hah... p-please, no more... I-I'm sorry I called you fat..." Her stomach gurgled, already filled with cupcakes since the last time Natsuki had entered the room. She'd been feeding her nonstop for weeks, blowing her up to this absurd size, well over a tone.

"I-I'm too... full..."

"But it wasn't just one time, was it?"

She bumped her belly against Yuri's, both their stomachs grumbling from the sheer amount of sugar in them. Setting the tray on Yuri's belly, Natsuki snatched a cupcake, quickly stuffing it in her own face to keep up her energy. "Mmpph..." Wobbling over to be closer to Yuri, pressing her own huge weight into her side, she glared.

"You kept calling me fat all the time! You said that it was my fault I got chubby, when I just liked baking for my friends! It was the only thing I enjoyed!"

"N-Natsuki, I-"

The pink haired baker cuts her off as a cupcake is jammed past her lips, muffled groaning. Yuri turns her head, trying to get it out of her mouth, but Natuski's grip is firm. Yuri swallows, her eyes going dull as her belly grows even more packed with food.

"You don't like my baking? Well, I'm going to make sure you enjoy it, so that I can enjoy it too! No matter how many cupcakes it takes!"

Shoveling more past her lips, the couch snapped, breaking, sending Yuri to the ground in a wobbling cacophony of jiggles. Still, Natuski kept feeding her.

She'd do this until she filled the entire room if she had to.

[qiutls]

TNGDH 013

"It's obesity, Your Highness."

'What?'

"What?" Oh, I thought I was finally able to talk, but it was Kyle's voice.

The doctor who noticed the anger in the Grand Duke's voice trembled slightly.

"W-well, that, Your Highness' pet hamster, ah- I mean magical beast has no appetite and is inactive, so I thought that m-maybe..."

It was a breathtaking honorific, I'm the only one in this world to be treated this way, by the one and only veterinarian here.

Indeed, since this hamster is cherished by the Grand Duke, one can't carelessly say brash words like 'this rat' in front of His Highness, for fear of losing their voice.

It's absurd, but what can I do? They must be aggrieved to be born into a world where their status is less than a different species.

"It is a little difficult to determine if it has a disease because no trauma nor abnormal symptoms have been found. There was also no pain when I pressed its stomach. It's just when I pressed it carefully-"

"When you pressed it?"

Kyle urged him to speak with a serious look. The veterinarian shivered and continued as if he had been threatened with murder.

"..... It was j-just belly fat!"

I must've gained weight.

I slumped back down and looked at the two humans who were staring at me alternately. Why? What are you looking at? Is this your first time seeing a fat hamster? It's probably your first time, look at you two, you practically can't take your eyes off of me.

Of course, I knew why I gained weight. I ate too much during the morning. The food here in the North is pretty good, no scratch that, human food is just delicious compared to dried pollack. It's worth living as a human even if I was fed rice paste every day.

[ (^(00)^) ]

'... Did I eat that much?'

This morning Sen introduced me to the work at the kitchen. The servants were supposed to make fried sandwiches to distribute them to the refugees, but they were afraid of splashing oil, so I decided to help them out.

Who am I? I'm none other than the self-righteous man who worked at a fast-food franchise in Gangnam for four years, to earn tuition for college.

My amazing frying skills can fry any dish, you name it!

While frying, I took a bite of a sandwich to avoid the eyes of the people staring at me. Then I also took a bite of twisted breadstick, another bite of a sandwich, another bite of breadstick. One bite of donut, a bite of fried meat..... I had 10 bites. How many times did I repeat those 10 bites again?

Anyway, I ate my fill for 30 minutes. Kyle doesn't even give me fried eggs that hamsters can eat, why should I miss out on my only chance to eat high calorie foods.

I felt like a resident employee doing "bad things" prohibited to the newcomers, it felt good. Thanks to this skill, I have a chance to eat rice balls again. As expected, even if you roll in dog poop field, living is still better than dying, well living as a human, I mean.

When I left the kitchen patting my stomach, I heard the servants say how the food that came out of the kitchen seemed to be less than they thought. Ah! I don't care, I put an iron plate on my face and said I don't know why that happened. It seems like it was so cold in the North, that my face thickened.

Well, that's basically a summary of what happened in the morning.

"But Cashew Nut hasn't eaten since this morning!"

Kyle said panicking.

Of course, I didn't. If you were me and you just ate a box of fried food, would you still be blinded to eat nuts all day? You eat it.

But this morning, I didn't just stuff my stomach, okay? In order to prevent the chandelier incident, I tried to tell some servants and attendants to inspect the central chandelier at the banquet hall.

The problem was that my identity was ambiguous, and although my words were convincing, why would they believe someone who's unfamiliar and kept bothering them to check the chandelier.

The last servant I talked to just gave me a basket full of bread and said, "Don't insult the castle that is providing for you, just fry the food properly, so you don't get in trouble."

Anyway, after eating so much in the morning, Kyle was probably worried seeing me sleep all throughout the day and just waking up in the afternoon. So, he explained to the doctor, how I had no appetite and no energy.

"Look again, are you sure you didn't miss anything when checking its stomach?"

The veterinarian touched my stomach again out of courtesy and pressed down, his voice shook as he said.

"It's really just fat..."

Silence filled the room.

All right, take your hands off of me, you're trembling so much you even shook my whole body.

"I see..."

Kyle spoke in an unconvinced tone. I slipped away from the doctor's palm and went to hug his (Kyle's) elbow.

Take it easy, okay? If the vet said I gained weight, then I gained it. Will a hamster die just because he's fat? I'll even eat a nut or two during dinner, alright?

Kyle stroked by back with his fingertips perhaps because my silent consolation was too strong.

"..... How can you be obese when you're so cute."

Ah, this is shocking. It seems like there's no logic left in the North.

The vet seemed to think the same thing as I did, but he just kept quiet and bowed his head. That's right, there's only one life and we should cherish it.

"It seems like you need more care from now on."

"Yes, Your Highness, periodic care is very important. You should let it exercise as much as possible and avoid giving it a fatty diet. It would be helpful to feed it boiled vegetables. And don't worry too much, isn't the magical beast, still in its growing period?"

I'm sorry to say this, but my growth period ended 10 years ago...

"Probably after the growth period, the problem will be solved little by little as the body grows. So don't worry too much, Your Highness."

"Alright."

"Are bodies of magical beasts usually this big?"

"No, it's larger."

"Then, Your Highness, you may need to change things like the wheel, the size of the room, maybe even the house itself."

Kyle replied without hesitation.

"I can change it a hundred times if needed."

It's a tearful love for a hamster. Why are you spending so much money and love on me.

"By the way, you said periodic care."

Kyle pondered for a moment and said,

"I think your skills are good, and since this magical beast will continue to grow, why don't you settle here in the North."

"Here, in the North..."

The veterinarian seemed to have doubted his ears.

It's normal, of course. From the moment he checked on me, Kyle has worn a serious look, he probably can't understand why Kyle wants him to stay.

But maybe it's not a bad suggestion seeing as his face is slightly flushed. Is this guy in the original novel?

[ Veterinarian. Approximately 15 days until the estimated time fo death. ]

Death again? 

'Tell me how he's supposed to die.'

[ Belial's mother, the current empress, Serena Minehardt's old cat fell ill, and this veterinarian wasn't able to treat it, so he was executed immediately after the cat's death. ]

This reason... Is too absurd...

Is a veterinarian a god?

Isn't it common for pets to die of old age? You're killing a man because he couldn't make your cat immortal? She's an empress with no brain ah.

It seems like he used to work in the palace and realized the cat's situation and ran here to the North by joining the procession in disguise of taking care of horses.

If he had a reason to settle down in the North, it would be a great opportunity to save his life. While Kyle was busy paying, the vet's face was turning brighter and brighter.

"Don't worry about money, I'll pay you for treating him."

Money doesn't matter! Promise him you won't kill him even if this hamster dies, you tactless creature!

"Is there anything else you want? I'll negotiate with His Majesty (Belial) if you still have any concerns."

The veterinarian seemed to wonder whether it's better to stay with the royal family or here. Although they seemed like they would both do the same thing, an obese hamster's life expectancy seems to be longer than an old cat's.

"No! I'm honored to stay and be at your service, Your Highness."

There you go!

I went to the edge of Kyle's hand and patted the doctor's arm as a compliment. You made the right decision. This is the way to lengthen your life. 

[ The person who was fated to die is no longer in danger. ]

[ Miracle value has risen! ]

[ Current miracle value is 11.0% ]

Wow, it went up 3% in an instant. Saving people's live is indeed the right way.

My eyes brightened at the realization, if saving a no name character gives 3%, then how much more would I get if I save Kyle!

Add a zero next to the 3 next time, System. Write it big when the time comes.

[ The duration of "Summon" has been increased to 1 hour. ]

The skill which originally lasted for 30 minutes only has been increased twice. It's probably due to the miracle value exceeding 10%.

Alright! I'll get up earlier and eat 30 more fried- ah..... No let's stop eating that. At this rate, I might really forget how to walk.

The hamster's body was too honest. You gain as much weight as you eat. It's fortunate that my human body still stays the same.

"Cashew Nut."

After extending his life expectancy, the vet now has a bright face. However, Kyle still looked gloomy, as if he heard my life was ending soon.

Hey, you punk. It's you who has a month to live, you shouldn't be worrying about me. Technically, I- I'm already dead. I already died so.

..... I need to raise the miracle value, so that both you and I could survive. I have no choice but to trust the system.

"Cashew Nut, you must have heard what the doctor said earlier right?"

Usually, hamsters don't understand people, Your Highness.

"Occasional exercise can lengthen your lifespan."

Kyle put me back in the house and said solemnly.

Ahhh, I don't know. I don't understand. What exercise? I already ran a thousand laps on the wheel, I think that's enough exercise for my whole life. If you want to exercise so bad, do it yourself!

"Hurry up, don't you like this?"

He put the wheel in front of me and began spinning it with his finger while looking at me anxiously. The wheel turned like a Ferris wheel, and it improved my mood. Oh, he's actually good at acting cute, turn it around more!

"Cashew Nut, please."

― Eek! [ Don't wanna! ]

"Just one turn, okay?"

― Squeak! [ You do it yourself! ]

It's annoying, I don't want to exercise. After you sigh, everything you eat is already digested. Didn't you think I'm cute as a chubby hamster? Just accept it!

'By the way, what should I do with Belial.'

Ever since that day they almost fought, Belial hasn't visited the study once.

It's not hard to find out which room he's staying, but I can't get in as a servant. It's no use even if "Summon" lasted for ten hours instead of an hour.

'..... How to prevent the chandelier falling during the banquet.'

Ah, how am I supposed to do this.

I can already feel a headache coming. Mr. System, isn't this too difficult for a hamster to accomplish. Please change the difficulty to beginner mode!

[ _(:3」∠)_  ]

You're just lying down? Fine I'll just lie down as well.

I fell asleep drowsily after watching Kyle acting cute for a long time.

T/N: I'm sorry if the quality of the translation this time is a bit lacking, I'm currently sick, but since I already started translating this chapter, I thought I should just finish it before I let myself rest. Once again tysm to everyone who donated, it is much appreciated!!! novel ⠀✿⠀ next

[honeytonedhottie]

so you're my only hope and i really wish for your advice. it's humiliating to say my story but i really need help. so i was misdiagnosed with schizofrenia (i 100% know i'm healthy) i need to lie that i have schizofrenia because my mother needs money. and here comes my desires : revision and desired age/grade level and maaany more. i have no responsibilities literally zero! the way i manifest is i walk around my room and viseualise, affirm and overall manifest which is fun but the thing is do you think i should build healthy day routine instead of just pacing around my room all day long? could you provide me a routine? thank you for help because yall are saving me for real. it could be even self care habits to do every day anything to avoid pacing around

thank you for coming to me 💗 and im so sorry about ur story. im so happy that you know the law because you deserve all of ur desires and more!! 💗

so to build a healthy routine and schedule for urself. doing so builds discipline. im gonna give u some healthy habits, a morning and evening routine, and resources for those things. a good place to start tho is making a weekly agenda that changes with the week, something to switch things up every week. just make one 💗💗💗

—healthy habits🩰⊹ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̴ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♡ moving ur body/pilates - i personally do pilates and i recommend it to literally everybody. but the basic idea is to move around (and that does not mean pacing in ur bedroom) i mean get ur blood flowing and get moving. it doesn’t have to be pilates it can be running, a sport, dancing, yoga etc

here’s a link to one of the pilates workouts that i recommend if ur a beginner : 

♡ get a hobby - some hobby recommendations: if u are good at writing try poetry, try teaching urself how to draw or paint or sculpt, learn how to dance, learn how to play an instrument, learn a sport, learn languages, become a good cook, write stories, start a blog, learn to sew or crotchet, learn tech, read lots of books, watch/listen to lots of podcasts. literally just get busy 

♡ meditating and journaling - this is so good not only for ur mental health but it can also improve focus and keep u grounded. keep a journal or start meditating every day

here’s a link to a guided meditation for self love : 

♡ self care - i LOVE self care. literally practice self care every single day. take care of ur nails, skin, hair, lashes EVERYTHING. be super intentional with ur self care bcuz it tells our brains that we are worthy of effort and it’ll LITERALLY make u feel like a princess. 

♡ manifesting - you mentioned that u wanted to do some revision so something that i recommend for revising is using SATS. or state akin to sleep. once ur in state akin to sleep go back in ur mind and revise whatever u want. or just do SATS before bed every night. this is such a powerful manifesting tool

♡ sleep - aim to get between eight to ten hours of sleep a night. you’ll look better, feel better, and your physical and mental health will just skyrocket 

—morning🌸⊹ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̴ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♡̴ first thing in the morning, fix ur bed 

♡ open the blinds/windows if the sun is out, this all depends on what time u wake up but if the sun isn’t out just skip this step 

♡ stretch for a couple minutes 

♡ write down at least three things that ur grateful for (don’t write down what u aren’t grateful for AT THAT MOMENT, literally just write down three things that ur grateful for right then and there) 

♡ brush ur teeth and use a tongue scraper 

♡ have a glass of water with some lemon slices 

♡ take a warm shower and moisturize 

♡ skincare routine 

♡ put on an outfit that makes u feel pretty 

♡ if u get nauseous when u eat breakfast then try eating something light, but if that doesn’t work then listen to ur body and just skip breakfast. if that’s not the case tho eat a balanced breakfast 

THEN GET TO WORK ON YOUR AGENDA THAT I MENTIONED IN THE BEGINNING<3 

—evening🍥⊹ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̴ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♡ take a warm shower and moisturize 

♡ 30-60 minutes of self care and pampering 

♡ make a yummy dinner that’s nourishing 

♡ read for 20 minutes or watch something that enriches u 

♡ evening yoga 

♡ drink water 15 minutes before bed 

THEN GO TO SLEEP AND HAVE SWEET DREAMS <3 

this is just an idea, or a basic guideline to follow if u need it. customize it to ur specific needs and day-to-day life. im so excited for all ur desires to manifest cuz u deserve it! mwah 💗💗💗

[highpriestoffeedism]

The First Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

It begins with an athlete. It must. You cannot do this with someone who is unfit, physically or genetically. What is the perfect block of granite to carve your Statue of David? She is fit. She enjoys activity. She enjoys life. That last part is key. She will not just make a loyal feedee, but she has the potential to truly embrace her nature as a woman. That is the key. A broken or maladjusted woman who hates life will hate the process. She will fight and struggle against instincts that an athlete trusts.

It begins with her first grazing at the buffet. Her appetite will increase. Her libido will fluctuate with her hunger pains. Her body will undergo a second puberty as she fills out in all directions with fat, the metamorphosis from girlishness to womanhood. In this state, you may begin the feeding and caring process. Continually encourage her and take care of her needs. Reassure her that her desires for infinite laziness and endless food are inevitable and natural. Fuck her like it’s her last fuck, and yours, and fill her up from both ends. Double her portions. Feed her until she complains about it, then tell her she’s never looked better and offer her more. Rub her feet. Rub her belly. Massage every square inch with lotions, oils, and restorative powders. It’s all part of the process. This is a journey for both of you. Enjoy it.

Some appetites come naturally. Others are taught. For the man, this feeding and doting is a natural appetite. It is part of your instincts. For the woman, it is a flavor she did not know she craved until you gave her a little taste of it. The good girl takes well to it. Teach her the appetites of the blobgirl. Show her the pleasures of being your blobgirl.

As she swells larger and larger, softer and softer, heavier and heavier, make sure you accommodate your artwork with appropriate accoutrements. As she grows out of her old clothes, encourage her to switch to sundresses, baby tees, and sweat pants, all easy access clothing items that also permit unchecked expansion and painless growth. Discourage the use of underwear for easier access. To avoid bruises, abrasions, and sores, oil or lotion will need to be rubbed into her skin, especially her thighs, stomach, and boobs. Volunteer your services, and enjoy the view. Spoil her enormous belly with kisses. What you lose in calories, you gain in watching her find them again.

Convince her to stay at home and move as little possible. When she insists on waddling somewhere, go with her. Follow behind and appreciate the view. Offer her a helpful shoulder to lean on when she starts to pant and wheeze. Tell her how much you love her when she finally plops back down on the toilet. Bend her over the bathroom sink and prove it. Enjoy the greatest mark of progress with your art: being able to see and caress the pale soft bottom of her belly from behind as she bends over and presents herself, mewling for your attention. The visible-from-behind underbelly is a milestone. A beautiful soft vision poking out from behind the full moon. Indulge in some astronomy. Stargazing is a gentleman’s hobby.

By the time she has completely accepted her life's purpose as your feedee, the whole system is largely self-sustaining. You are now merely along for the ride, helping to maintain the habits and behaviors you have set in motion. Years and years of gorging and napping, lazing and grazing, combined with your personal attention and constant enabling, has at least quadrupled the capacity of her stomach, and utterly ruined her ability to know when she is full. Far from feeling pain when she is pushing her limits at dinner time, now her only way of knowing she has overeaten is the drunken and slightly hazy pleasure that being stuffed to the gills brings her. She no longer needs encouragement to eat herself to the point of needing to be helped out of her chair. Stuffed to bursting is her new normal. She can no longer discern the difference between too much and just enough. There is no such thing as too much. She is merely a vacuum for any food and every food all of the time. Obesity and yummy pleasures and idle luxuriousness, inexorably linked to happiness, contentment, and sexual ecstasy.

Her brain, having marinated for years in fast food, your cum, and the pleasures that indulgence in food can bring, will have irreversibly changed for the better. She cannot go back to her former self. She does not want to. She would refuse to do so even if she could. Her incredibly obese and beautiful body brings her happiness. Being fattened up and taken care of has fulfilled her basest and most instinctive needs as a woman. Your unswerving lust and complete focus on her has brought her contentment. She no longer needs the validation of the herd. She seeks validation from you, her feeder. You alone are the arbiter of her sexuality. Her gain ends only when you say it ends, which is never. Her body is what you have made of it, quite literally. Her beauty is in the eye of the artist who brought his vision into reality.

And this is the true secret of the art of feeding. Blobgirls are not born. They are MADE. The journey is just as pleasurable and desirable as the destination. There is no better lardpile than the lardpile who was once an athlete. Overflowing oceans of rolls upon rolls upon rolls, coupled with an athlete's habits pertaining to staying competitive. They will serve her well as she learns the rewards of indulging in the instincts and cravings of a true glutton. She does not need to be taught these appetites. They merely need to be awoken within her.

Feed her until she cannot move. Fuck her until she forgets her own name. Fill her to bursting, and then burst inside her. She is a woman, and she will only ever know true happiness when she is infinitely obese and immobile, stuffed from both ends with food and cock. Her instincts compel her to devour everything in sight, just as your instincts compel you to feed her more. A perfect match.

Be warned: feedism is not just a kink, no mere indulgence for lesser men or for unworthy fatties. To be a feeder is to be called to something greater, something higher, nay, something far heavier than oneself. It is a holy rite meant only for the chosen few to pursue and to achieve. If and when I see you on the street with your prized possession waddling by your side, I will give you the approving nod, knowing that you have achieved pure bliss in this life and the next.

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

[smarksthespot1717]

For the first time in his life, Ed could really and truly relax. Stede made their home feel safe, and Ed enjoyed building it with him. In the past, Ed had never allowed himself to be surrounded by comforts, save for his brief time with Stede on the Revenge before the abandonment and the darkest time in Ed's life. But now their home was filled with nothing but comforts. Plush rugs you could sink your toes into, squishy throw pillows, soft sheets, soft clothing, and silly romance novels Ed enjoyed reading in his free time.

Their home was also filled with food. With the bit of treasure they'd taken from the ship, going to the market to buy food was no big deal. Ed was also improving at fishing, and brought home dinner himself many nights. Stede would go to the bakery almost every day, and return with freshly baked treats for them both. And at night, Ed slept like a baby, under a soft heavy blanket and with Stede spooning him.

There was a change that happened slowly. Slowly enough that Ed didn't notice it until it suddenly hit him all at once. He was getting pudgy. One morning he was getting dressed, and his favorite plum-colored pants bit into his tummy something awful when he got them buttoned up. He went to look at himself in profile in the mirror, and his eyes bulged at the sight. A chubby belly was muffining over the waistband, like dough trying to escape from a too-small bowl.

For the first time in months, Ed panicked.

He knew he was over-reacting, which just made it worse. He crawled into the bed, pulled the blankets up over his head, and got into the fetal position. He didn't undo the pants at all, and felt how mercilessly they pressed into his soft belly, a constant, tight reminder of what he did to himself.

Fat greedy pig. He didn't deserve 3 meals a day. He didn't know why Stede thought he did. 3 meals a day were for rich people, good people, and all the types of people he was not. He should consider himself lucky to get hardtack and dried meat once a day.

He had stopped having nightmares about his time in Hornigold's ship years and years ago. He laughed it off now, those old days back when he and Jack were paying their dues. But maybe his recent purgatorial encounter with him unlocked some old memories. Ben in his head tried to feed him soup. Hornigold from his past screamed at anyone who vocalized hunger pains, and reminded them all that they were unworthy rats who were lucky they didn't get crumbs from the floor. And if he was only verbally abusive that day, that was a good day. Often times he'd get the cat-o-nine tails and make a show. He was completely sadistic. Ed managed to avoid the worst of it. He was still alive, after all. He was already used to being hungry. His father drank away money that should've gone to feeding him. And he was quick and smart and light on his feet. He kept his head down. And he was just an unworthy dog.

An unworthy dog who was now eating like a king, with snacks between meals, multiple pastries a day, and growing fat off it. He suddenly felt nauseous, and curled up around himself tighter.

"Darling?" Stede called, entering their bedroom. "Edward, are you still asleep? There's a chili festival in town today, remember?"

He walked over to the lump on the bed, and noticed it was shivering. He slowly pulled down the blanket and found Ed tear-stained and red in the face.

"Edward!" Stede cried out, horrified. "Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare? What can I do?"

"I'm sorry," Ed sniffled. "I'm fat."

"You're not fat."

"I'm getting fat. I have to stop this, I have to lose it--"

"Why?" Stede asked gently.

Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it again, realizing any words about to come out of his mouth were straight from Hornigold, and he didn't want to repeat the awful things that man said.

"Don't deserve it," he whispered eventually.

"Can I touch you, dear?" Stede asked softly.

Ed nodded, and Stede put his hand on Ed's shoulder and rubbed it gently. "Of course you deserve it, love. You've lead such a tough life. You deserve lots of good food and to put on a bit of happy weight more than me, that's for sure."

Ed's eyes flicked to Stede's belly, which was, in fairness, basically right next to his face. It rested ever so slightly in his lap. Stede was so warm and soft, so him gaining a bit of retirement weight made sense. Stede had been slightly pudgier when they met than he was when they reunited, so it felt right to see him fill out again. He liked it on Stede. But for himself?

"I'm being greedy," Ed said. "And I don't deserve it. I'm just being a fucking pig--"

"Ed, please," Stede pleaded gently. "What brought this all on?"

"You're gonna think I'm stupid... but I just noticed..."

"I don't think you're stupid. I only really noticed it recently too. My pants are starting to fight with me," Stede said, laughing it off. "It happened slowly. We see each other and ourselves every day. It makes sense that we both missed it until it suddenly clicked."

Ed nodded. "And... I was thinking about... Hornigold... the old days. He never fed us enough. Izzy used to scoff at any sort of sweet purchase. He said it was impulsive and wasteful and that money could be better spent on actual food. And he was right--"

"Look, keeping the crew fed with proper food is important, but dessert is important to. It keeps the crew happy. It makes you happy. And you're not the kind of person to spend all your money on cake and leave nothing for meat and bread and such. I'm sure whatever you wanted was more than reasonable, and Izzy was just being... Izzy-like," Stede said.

Ed didn't respond to that. He let out a small sigh as he felt his body come down from its sudden panic.

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

"What? No! I could never think you're ugly, Ed. Do... do you think I'm ugly now that I've... put on a few?" Stede said, his bravado and confidence turning to anxiety and shame shockingly quickly.

"No," Ed replied, reaching out and putting a hand on Stede's thigh. "I like it. You look soft and happy. Like you're s'posed to be. It's nice to cuddle and squish and... I just like it on you."

"Well, I like it on you. You look safe, and happy, and relaxed. I noticed that whenever you eat a pastry, you do this cute little wiggle in your hips, and you look so happy. I like how it's visible proof that you're safe. That you can be soft, and you never have to worry about being hard again. And... it's very pretty, dear. It suits you very well."

Ed sat up and leaned his head on Stede's shoulder.

"Thank you."

"You're precious, and you deserve to eat whatever you want. And I'm your boyfriend who deserves to spoil you rotten. And if you get a little pudgy, that's ok, great even, if it means you're happy."

"Even if... I keep getting chubbier?"

"You can get as chubby as you want, Ed. I will love you just the same."

Ed put his arms around Stede, and Stede hugged him back.

Stede would never lie to him. Ed knew this from experience, and Stede had even said so explicitly multiple times. Which meant it really was alright that he was growing soft, and might keep growing softer, and that he wasn't a greedy pig for eating 3 square meals plus snacks and dessert, and that he wasn't an unworthy rat who deserved to starve.

Stede and Ed had exchanged a lot of stories of their childhoods and youths by this point, a lot of which were usually responded to with: "That's absolutely awful, you didn't deserve any of that." Ed was absolutely sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Stede didn't deserve the torture he was put through as a child by the hands of his fellow students. He didn't deserve a cold, unloving father, who called him a soft and weak spoiled brat. He didn't deserve any of that.

So Ed didn't deserve to have a father who drank and screamed and threw things and hit. He didn't deserve to spend years toiling away for Hornigold, with Jack as his only point of comfort. He didn't deserve the way Izzy treated him, as if his interests were stupid and he wasn't tough enough to keep being Blackbeard.

Ed deserves this. Ed deserves happiness.

"Let's get up," Ed said softly. "We need to eat breakfast. And maybe hit the tailor's before going to the chili festival," he said with a chuckle.

Stede chuckled with him. "Sounds like a perfect day."