#cw: dieting

[la-muerta]

16 Sep 2024 – Shunyao popped into his supertopic to chat with fans slightly past midnight

00:25 – Reporting: I'm back in Beijing. I'm starving 😎😎😎 >> 00:36 – Why does my IP show that I'm in Hebei?

00:39 – (2nd photo) Carbs with carbs Hoho [his fitness trainer put him on a low-carb diet] *(accidentally?) geotagged the place he was eating at

00:50 – Spent 50yuan today Heh heh. Going home to sleep 😎

And then didn't sleep, because he was apparently still surfing weibo at 3am lol

[theemmtropy]

"Don't eat food while you're watching TV" actually that is one of life's greatest pleasures, so much so that they built movie theaters for this exact reason. There is nothing better than getting comfortable and stimulating multiple senses at the same time. You cannot take this from me

[valdiis]

Eating is beneficial. I should do it.

So I was put on a new and wildly popular medication recently because I'm showing all the signs of teetering on the edge of full-blown diabetes and I'm tremendously overweight. I've managed to lose about ten percent of my body weight through diet alone - though it took me a year - but the doc thinks that this med to control my A1C/blood sugar and weight is a good plan.

I took my first shot yesterday. Everyone who's on it talks about how it "quiets the food noise" and I scoffed at that because I don't think I have "food noise." I don't think about food all the time; hell, I forget to eat sometimes.

But this stuff? Holy shit. I haven't eaten enough calories for the day yet and I'm not ravenous. I'm not going "dang, I should eat more for dinner." Like, the hunger signal just ain't there. I am staring at a cup of chocolate milk with protein powder mixed in that I can't finish because I'm just not hungry. It's a bit scary - because I truly do need to eat at least 1,200 calories a day for health reasons. I'm a little wigged out, and I have nowhere to talk about it, so I guess this is a little shout into the void.

[lizzie-gains]

CW: weight

Really, truly struggling with my weight/size today. I'm trying so hard to focus on my mental health, and eating with health goals rather than weight or size goals in mind. Trying to be comfortable with my body regardless of what it looks and feels like. But I'm feeling really down about myself. Does this ever get easier?

[frumiously]

(content warning for weight / fitness / "wellness" talk not sure the best way to tag this so it's up here too)

i have been thinking about fitness progress pics a bit bc i tried to do a comparison of 6 months' difference and it was honestly kinda disheartening. the buff gals on insta always have such impressive progress pics but if you're not skinny to start off it's hard bc growing muscle under fat isn't very visible

also like i gotta remind myself that my progress is slow for a reason but that still kinda sucks to hear... maybe it's all internalised ableism but it does Feel Bad to remember that i have to be careful and build up strength slowly or my joints will disintegrate. it Feels Bad to start a couch to 5k and still be only at 3.5min intervals after over a year, even when i remind myself that in 2020 i couldn't walk for 20mins without feeling faint. it all feels a bit bad but i think it's probably pretty normal really

anyway this is ~6 months of progress of working out and jogging approximately every 2 days with gaps for covid and injuries and just needing time off sometimes. in case you want to know what that looks like on a person with shit joints and a pissweak autonomic immune system who isn't dieting or trying to lose weight

this post is really just for me but you know what this is a fucking blogging website and i'll use it to blog if i want

[lastoneout]

"sugar is poison" sugar is your body's preferred fuel choice and if you stop eating it entirely you will die

[cozza-frenzy]

(Volume Warning and other warnings below)

reposting this iconic video for the 4th of july

[jjsanguine]

When I was 12 I watched Rise of the Guardians and I was absolutely mesmerised by Jack Frost. I didn't make a Tumblr account till I was like 20 years old so it definitely wasn't for those reasons.

Rather it was because of the way he moved. I got a similar feeling watching Across the Spiderverse with Pavitr. It just seemed like it would scratch the sensory seeking itch to be able to casually do a handstand. If the pandemic hadn't happened i'd probably have gotten really into pole sports, since that's probably the closest Johnny average gets without having magic.

I can't get into poling or any kind of sport now because of the debilitating fatigue caused by reccuring flu infections, probable COVID infections, and possibly the joint hypermobility and the many times I had malaria. Basically, I'm confined to my bed most of the time if I want to have enough energy to be able to have coherent thoughts.

I was by no means an athlete ok I was on the school cricket team and in the university mountaineering club for like a year each, but I didn't do any training outside the weekly meet up but I used to walk all the time. I used to be able to sit up for hours and pace up and down when I was restless. I used to dance a lot. Now, I don't do any of that, not without paying for hours or days or weeks. I also eat properly most of the time, so I lost a lot of muscle and gained a bit of fat.

It would be a lie to say I am fat, but this is the heaviest I've ever been. I keep getting startled by the way my skin folds. It's fun, it's novel, I like it. I look at pictures from when I was like 17 and had basically reached my adult height and am lowkey horrified by how boney I was.

But the lost muscle? I'm realising I was doing that thing where people hate their body and get really shredded but it turns out to be gender dysphoria. Like, trying to lose weight via dieting so your breasts will be smaller is not a healthy or logical course of action when you weigh like 60kg (≈132lbs) and are already mostly muscle.

I'm looking at the same 4½ walls every day and I can't move around to emotionally regulate myself slash zone out like I used to, so I'm forced really sit with my body. And man. I have a lot more gender dysphoria than I thought.

Before, provided I was wearing a really tight sports bra, my body felt the way way I wanted it to, minus not being flexible enough to sit cross legged. But I could do a deep squat so it was ok. Now, my body feels like garbage the exceedingly vast majority of the time.

I could probably lift weights a bit, and I could probably do stretches to become more flexible, but I'm never going to be able to move like I used to even 2 years ago, and I'm absolutely never going to be able to move how I want.

So like if I can't do anything about the dysmorphia I have got to treat the dysphoria because I really really spend all day looking at the same 4½ walls and I will lose my mind if I don't customise this flesh mech to the best of my ability.

[bl0gger4n4]

Omg this th¡nsp0 is so good I wanna look like this so bad

[girlkisser13]

diet mountain dew

"you’re no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"

pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.

summary: you let klaus feed on you.

you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.

your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.

he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.

klaus let out a low moan in response.

you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.

he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.

you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.

you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.

your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.

every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.

he needed relief. he needed more.

"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.

his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.

you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

so he forced himself to break a part from you.

he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"

klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.

"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"

"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.

you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.

you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.

he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.

the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.

with a soft grunt he penetrated both.

your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.

as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.

you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.

with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.

just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.

klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"

the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.

"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."

[svramblrdegg]

The feeling of fasting getting easier >>>

[itsalrightsblog]

It’s literally disgusting how many old freak pedos slither their way into the ED community. Those types of people are literally as low as it can get.

Reblog if you do not welcome pedos anywhere near your page‼️

[lizzie-gains]

CW: weight loss, calories, ED.

I'm trying not to think about losing weight, about counting/cutting calories or restricting. I know that weight alone isn't the most reliable indicator of health, and that my goals of pain management, increased fitness, and lowered risk of diseases are completely separate to my weight.

But it's so hard 😣 I'm currently hovering around my highest weight, after overseas travel and the Christmas/new years period. My favourite clothes don't sit right on me. I can feel my size impacting on things like comfort in chairs.

I'm trying to allow myself the luxury of eating what I know will nourish me both with nutrients and in flavour/enjoyment. I'm working on eating slowly and listening to my body. I'm not very good at it sometimes, and mindlessly eat/binge more than I'd like to. Even with all of the improvement I've made, I'm still struggling to fit into my clothes.

I don't know how to balance this. I'm frustrated and disheartened and I hate feeling this way. I want to not focus on my weight/size but how can I, when it so pointedly impacts on my everyday life?

[arduousflykid]

safe foods yeeeey :3

comment down below if ya have any reccomendationz!

[totally-not-cassy]

No bc same

[dietkolaa]

is this ED culture?

starting to have nightmares about eating again, and then waking up stressed.