#overwork obesity

[sarhadkasakshi]

Woman gained 20 kilos weight in a year due to workplace stress: 5 ways to avoid this situation - Times of India

You must have come across several side effects of stress, especially the one you get at the workplace. But, has it ever crossed your mind that the stress generated due to the workplace can lead to weight gain? You are surprised, right?A bizarre consequence of workplace stress has been seen in a 24 year old woman from China. According to media reports, Ouyang Wenjing from China’s Guangdong…

[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.

[ros3ybabes]

Fall 24' Workout Split 🎀

So my friend and I got a gym membership together BUT have been overworked by our jobs and are tired pretty often, so I've created a workout split (for myself) that takes into account what days her and I are going to the gym and then some at home workouts! The days her and I are supposed to go to the gym, IF we don't, there's a fitness center at my apartment that would be perfect to utilize as a backup!

A bit about my fitness/aesthetic goals ( I will be discussing body image, so please DON'T READ if that info would hurt or upset you at all <3 take care of yourselves)

I want a mix of a pilates princess/muscle mommy physique. I'd love full, round glutes and juicy quads and hamstrings, but a slimmer, more lean, and toned top and arms. I am currently overweight (honestly, obese, if I'm being truthful with myself. I'm 5'3, btw) with a large chest and thick ish upper arms. I want to lose weight, tone up, and grow my glutes. Definitely doable with some nutrition fixes and work in the gym!

My Weekly Workout Split:

Monday - Gym - Glutes + Hamstrings

Tuesday - At Home - Full Body Pilates

Wednesday - Gym - Glutes + Quads

Thursday - At Home - Arms + Core Pilates

Friday - Gym - Full Lower Body Glutes

Saturday - At Home Yoga + Cardio

Sunday - At Home Yoga (Optional Cardio)

Daily Things:

8,ooo+ steps a day

5mg creatine daily

track macros (90g+ protein goal daily)

90oz+ water intake daily!!! (super important for the creatine)

(attempt) 15-30+ minutes of walking outside or treadmill a day

I am so excited for this split and really hope it helps me set a nice routine! I've found it difficult to get into routine lately, but I am confident I can figure it out soon. Journaling, skincare, self care, and physical movement are all things I'm incorporating back into my life, and I can't wait to feel like myself again! <3

til next time lovelies 🩷

[fangirltothefullest]

Here's the thing, humans have been gorging themselves on carbs and sugars since forever. We need carbs and sugars to survive and its really only recently that we've noticed a huge spike of obesity. Yes people have been fat but it's only really recently in history that people have been harping about it so fucking hard.

People have been putting whole handfuls of sugar cubes in their tea. We have billions of cake recipes, cookie recipes, other rich and decadent sweets.

Humans enjoying sugar is not the problem. Humans eating what's enjoyable is not the problem.

The problem is immense stress, weird things being added to our foods (which is the REAL reason processed foods are bad), a hectic overqorked lifestyle, and all of this stress and overwork leaves no room for healthy life enjoyment balance, whether that be relaxation, exercise, sweets, meeting with friends, or anything else.

We pack on pounds when we're stressed. Doctors will have you believe that you're only fat because you're stupid, but trauma makes you hold fat, stress makes you hold fat, dieting is a strain to your body and makes you hold fat.

Humans are designed to hold fat to keep energy reserves stocked. Imagine your fat cells are just a pantry your grandma wants to keep constantly stocked cause she lived through the anxiety of the depression.

Now..

If your body is on high alert all the time, that takes energy. Anxiety causes stress. Lack of sleep causes stress, overworking causes stress, burnout causes stress. Outaide societal pressures, stigmas, threats, worries, troublea- All of these things cause stress.

And stress causes weight gain.

Maybe instead of yelling at fat people to lose weight we say fuck it and start yelling at everything else to chill the fuck out and let us fucking enjoy life again because its not enjoying sweet ice tea that's the issue here. Its not loving cake and cookies. It's not eating ice cream that's the issue here.

It's the COBSTANT systematic stressors and weird add-ons to our food that are causing more intense weight accumulation.

"People in the past weren't as fat!"

People snorted coke to stay skinny in the 70s Karen. People weren't eating high fructose corn syrup in the 40s Karen.

People have always been people but how we live, the stresses we have, and the food we eat, even the supposedly "healthy stuff" is still made outside of us, away from us where we can't vet what's inside it.

[fatasticfeedernurse]

Being active

Okay, for real, why would you want that,m that requires so much effort and thought about what you have to do, how to do it, what to do it if it doesnt come up as planned. There is simply so much activity and effort required by just functioning in a daily basis...

But you? You have the benefit of not needing to do any of that. Your only worry is to keep stuffing your morbidly obese gut without it ever going slightly less empity. Making that stomach work hard and that poor strained heart to overwork itself for your gluttony's sake.

No one expects you to do anything else besides looking cute, eat a shit ton of food and get fatter.

So lay down, eat, and enjoy being a spoiled, morbidly obese lazy piggy

[helixobesity]

🌀 Pant 🌀

I want to hear you pant

Overworked from being stuffed relentlessly

Breathing heavy

Yet begging me to give you so much more

You’ll be transformed completely

Out of shape

Obese

Fast approaching becoming a blob of fat

I don’t want to stop

I want to rework your brain

Leaving you dumber

Ditzy

And much happier

But you need to get fatter

Get so much fucking fatter

I want to hear you pant

Gorge

Eat

And become obese

🌀💿🌀💿🌀💿🌀💿🌀💿🌀

[womenfrommars]

Can you make a masterpost about obesity and weight loss with studies? When you have the time of course. I just remembered you having posts about that topic on your nuked account.

Ugh it pains me how long this has been sitting in my inbox because it might have been years and this topic is somehow still relevant. I really did not expect fat acceptance/body positivity to live this long. This entire movement is built on women's insecurities with their weight and the insistence that it doesn't impact their health negatively was the ad hoc justification for it. Seriously, almost everyone in that movement is female and it's not coincidental. They think that trying to change the beauty standard would be easier than losing the excess weight but it's backfiring. The thicc BBL era is over and skinny is making a comeback through the rise of Y2K fashion. Mayor celebrities like Kim K and Ice Spice are losing weight and getting their BBL reversed (probably better for their health tbh) and the body positivity movement can't handle it. They even turned on Lizzo for losing weight. Our stupid culture cannot ever land in a healthy middle and always needs to push an extreme body to capitalise off it and I wish the conversation were more about that instead of fighting for your body shape to become the new current fashion trend. These trends never last more than 10 years so that victory was destined to not be a permanent victory. The permanent victory could have been the path to a healthy diet and lifestyle regardless of current fashion trends

Body positivity activists think they can deeebooonk decades worth of scientific research in a two part TikTok video but the truth is they will never know how good it can feel to be at a healthy weight because they have never been there, and their denial is as silly as a lung cancer patient claiming his current condition is completely unrelated to decades of chain smoking

Obesity is the number 1 cause of death in the Western world and it actually had surpassed smoking in our lifetime. We need to take the obesity epidemic way more seriously in my opinion. Covid should have been a wake up call for that. The ICUs had disproportionate amounts of obese patients and people still denied that obesity had anything to do with it, despite the scientific knowledge that obesity causes a state of chronic inflammation so your immune system is already overworked

I see a lot of body positivity influencers doing walks and eating vegetables but as long as you're not losing weight you're basicly trying to put out a fire with three drops of water. We all want to look and feel our best but the denial can only take you so far

I really think semaglutide (Ozempic, Wegovy, Mounjuro) will be the future. And fuck anyone who says that's cheating because why not take the easy route if it's for your health? The same idiots probably think it's cheating to take SSRIs or Ritalin. If you benefit from it and your doctor has determined it to be safe, why not? Most people are fat but don't want to be so this is a goldmine for big pharma, and suddenly all the body positivity activists who claim to be okay with their weight will be dropping pounds... We see you!

[jimbo021289]

Morbidly obese girls on a petite frame are just superior fat girls, all that fat with nowhere to go those little feet so swollen and overworked from supporting bulk they were never meant to, on your tippy toes belly hanging out reaching for the cookies on the top shelf, rolls and folds that develop so much quicker, fat always looks so much fatter on a short girl, let's not forget their poor over taxed fat encased hearts 😈😈

[cock-ainee]

I fucking hate my father. I despise him. I hope he dies and leaves me, and my mom the fuck alone.

I hate how he makes me feel fucking worthless even though he's the one that ruins my whole life. From the beginning to start. I hate how for the most of my life, i felt like what he does to me is normal. That every kid is forbidden from watching stupid fucking tv (TOTALLY), that every kid gets yelled at and hit all the time. It was just a few years ago that i started realising that what he does is seriously fucked up. For me it's just another shitty day, but if someone "normal" knew what was going on their brain would fucking explode. It's been quite a lot of time since he's been regularly beating me up, but i don't know if what he does now isn't even worse. It's not like i take anything he says really to me, but it just frustrates me so much that i'm getting mentally abused even though i've done nothing wrong. His constant complaints about my weight (made by a bastard who's fucking obese) and hearing that i'm stupid, useless and other shit are driving me insane.

Lately my mom said something about my cousin passing the matura with 100% from math. It was during diner. What did that dick say??

"if (...) ate all this she'd pass that too"

Yeah??? Maybe i'd have a chance to pass with such a score if i studied, instead of overworking my ass off for nothing. Because nobody pays me here. They just demand i work 24/7 instead of giving any attention to school and still do good. It worked in primary school because i was just smart. But i'm in fucking high school, and i should study if i want to even just pass the fucking matura. But what can i do, when after i come back from school i immediately go to work, and when i actually get back home i'm exhausted?? Totally?? Even worse on days off of school. I sometimes overthink, thinking that I'll never get anywhere, i won't pass those stupid exams. And yk what?? Matura is useless on it's own. I'd have to go to college to actually get any job qualifications. But i'm not fucking planning to. I'm done with all this crap. And i wouldn't make it. I can't even talk to people, because i'm fucking afraid, how am i supposed to get a job.

And even if i get one, how am i supposed to last. My back hurts so fucking much already, and i'm always sore somehow. I've worked since i was a kid and that's already taking a toll on me. I'm worn out.

I don't even know how he can sleep peacefully, knowing he's ruined a person. That his own kid hates him. That his own kid wonders why she was even born, and what has she ever done to be born where she was. That his own kid wants to kill herself. I don't know how tf he doesn't feel guilty.

My older stepsis moved away as soon as she turned 18. She always hated me, because her and mom had to move to our house when mom got with my mother. I always hated her too, we were fighting a lot, but i guess she understood she's not the only one, and that i'm suffering exactly the same thing. We're on good terms with each other. At least that's good.

I want to leave, but i can't. I can't tell anyone about this, or there will be a huge drama, probably i'd get taken away from my family, and i don't want to be dependent on anybody, because as soon as i can i wanna get away as far as possible. I just need 2 fucking years, I'll be an adult and finish school if i'm lucky enough. If i pass this year. I probably would, if not for math. But my teacher is nice, i should be able to do something about it at least.

Do yall want to know who you're talking with though? You're talking with a person who slept outside, or snuck in trough the window because she's been to afraid to open the front door while walking into the house. With a person who hid from her father because he was angry. A girl who got judged for every single thing she did

When i see or hear other dads, who are supportive towards their kids i want to cry. I just wish i was born into a normal family, and felt loved.

(i'm putting that "for adults" thingy because i don't want my post to be immediately visible, like, i think what i just said was cringe but i needed to vent a lil even if nobody listens)

[epigstolary]

Real Talk

TW: Medical fatphobia, health issues, fat shaming, toxic masculinity

Dude, you say you want me to help you, but you’re going to have to get serious if you really want to start losing weight. I’m a trainer, not a miracle worker. I mean, look at you; you know your body’s fucking disgusting, right? You let yourself get so huge that even your fat guy clothes can’t hide your belly anymore. Every inch of you is covered in blubber. Everywhere you look. And you have to push all that fat around every time you want to walk or move. It’s so gross watching you try to go anywhere. You’re just waddling around under hundreds of pounds of fat, wheezing like you just ran a marathon. Like… people aren’t supposed to get to the size that you have. And don’t give me that “health at any size” bullshit. You’ve got to have some serious problems to get this big and think it’s ok. Nobody your size is healthy. Your body’s a fucking disgrace, tubbo.

You gotta realize just how bad being this fat is for you, right? Think about it. All that fat’s wrapping around your organs. Either they work harder, or they just quit working. Your joints are getting annihilated having to move all that extra weight around. Your heart’s having to work so much harder just to do its thing because you’re so fucking big. Your body’s not supposed to work like that. It feels like it’s under attack 24/7 — because it is — so you’ve got anxiety, you’ve got inflammation, your hormones are all out of wack. Your body chemistry is basically fucked once you get fat. And fucking forget about it when you weigh as much as three normal people, like your flabby ass does.

Not that you seem to care, since you pay zero attention to your diet. It’s just fucking scary, bro. I’ve seen you pound an entire pizza or a bag of burgers and be ready for more. And that’s just, like, a regular lunch for you. There’s so much saturated fat and sugar in all the shit you eat for every meal, it blows my mind that you’re even able to function. Where do you think that shit goes after you cram it down your throat, meal after meal? It’s blowing up your body even fatter. It’s clogging up those arteries to make that overworked heart work even harder. It’s running through all the insulin your body tries to pump out so that it can deal with the abuse you put it through. I bet if I went through your kitchen right now, I couldn’t find one goddamn vegetable — all sweets, and takeout, and chips, and junk food, am I right? Yeah, you love kicking back on the sofa and working through a big pile of garbage like that, don’t you, fatass? I bet you sit there just belly out, crumbs and shit all over your tits, like a big fucking blob, huh?

Keep eating like that, and you don’t have a fucking chance. You’re just gonna keep blowing up until you finally have the fucking big one. That shit is so, SO bad for you. You want to not be a total embarrassment, fatty? You’re gonna have to throw the snack cakes in the garbage. You’re gonna have to cook stuff that’s not loaded with butter or grease or sugar. You’re gonna have to eat something green that grows in the ground every once in a while. And yeah, you’re probably going to feel like shit for a while because your body’s used to getting fed lard nonstop all the fucking time. But you gotta get a little self-control. The whole reason why you look like a fucking enormous cow, why you’ve got that belly packed full of fat fucking garbage, is that you’ve never had any.

I guess what I can’t figure out is, why the fuck did you do this to yourself? It’s so much harder to make it through life when you’re this fucking heavy. You can’t even go anywhere or do anything because you’re too fat to leave the house. Everyone you meet has to be shocked at what a lardass you are. Nobody who sees your disgustingly obese body is gonna want to fuck you, except the fucking weirdos who get off on that shit. Maybe that’s who you have to settle for, since there’s no way you’re reaching your dick with all that fat in the way. God, I can’t even imagine letting myself get too fat to be able to fuck. That’s so fucking gross, bro.

Like, look at me. Look at this rock-hard bicep next to that big flabby fucking water wing of an arm you have. Look at these abs next to you and that belly hanging down to your knees. It doesn’t even have a fucking shape. Look at these tight glutes next to that wide, wobbling, fat ass you’ve gotten from sitting in front of the tv stuffing your fat face for years. With a body like this, I can fuck anyone I want. How do you think that same hookup’s gonna go for you, huh? Nobody out there’s going home with a pile of jello like you You’re going home, alone, to try and figure out a way to get yourself off.

And dude, I’m not saying all this just to shit on you. I’m worried about you. It sucks to see my bro blow up into a fucking whale and get all mopey ‘cause he can’t get any ass. But you need someone to be real with you. Someone’s gotta tell you how much of a fatass you are, and how much of a fatass you’re gonna be until you get to the gym and shut this fast food and shit down. You can’t blame anyone but yourself for how you got this way. Keep complaining, and you’re going to keep being a gross fatty. You’re gonna have to go out, get some fucking exercise, and deal with being embarrassed at being the fattest guy at the gym until you’ve put in the work to fix it.

Trust me, bro, you’ll thank me later.

[nevermindtheweights]

Mitsuru seeing all the ruckus coming out of komi's class and going to check..

Finding the absolutely massive class goddess surrounded by food and eating.. So this is who beat her record at duck burger.. And her class is even bringing her more food.. That new uniform is already unable to contain her gut as it almost reaches the ground..

Mitsuru dragging her immense blubbery bulk along, gasping and wheezing as she heard the commotion. Hands pressing against the walls of the hallway, she slowly worked her bulk along, the vast poundage and piles of the slovenly redhead pushing herself along, like dough in a tube. Her flabby face peered into the room, gasps and groans rumbling from her as her body gurgled. Husky and heavy wheezes rumbled out, making some of the classmates glance towards the vastly bigger and unhealthier slob.

The School Goddess of Mitsuru Kirijo looked upon her lardy rival. Grutning as a sickening belch escaped her lips, spittle and foodwaste dribbling down her waterfall of chins, tattered uniform soaked in sweat and countless meals. She said nothing, too focused on breathing, eyes looking at Komi-san.

A rival... A likeminded soul....

Mitsuru wanted.

"uuuufffhh..... uuurggghhh...... Komi....aahh... saaann..." She exhaled, voice deep like thunder before she resumed dragging along her school-shaking mass of overworked and sweaty body, some degree of willpower (and constant surgeries and science to enhance her old organs), waddled herself away, leaving a sweaty musky trial behind her overfed and obese bulk.

She would... send an invite for a feast together soon....

[dolleminas]

hi, my doctor has given me a tentative diagnosis of pcos and the only info I can find about it online that doesn't relate to getting pregnant is your Tumblr post. do you have any sources for the stuff about fatigue, vitamin D deficiency, etc being super common in pcos? cos I've dealt with those forever too. things are clicking into place but also with the way the NHS is I don't know if there's much point confirming the diagnosis (it's only diagnosed with transvaginal ultrasound :c) because the only treatment offered seems to be birth control and fertility treatment.

Good afternoon, nonny. Thanks for reaching out to me! And congratulations on getting a (albeit tentative) diagnosis. I know it might not seem positive, but now you know what you have and what can be done about it. At least, that is how I felt.

When I first made that post I never expected so many women to add their own experiences, talk of their their shock, their anger... or just admit that they had been diagnosed for years but that I somehow taught them things they never knew.

It's been an experience and a half. But I'm very glad that I can spread information and if that helps you, even better.

First of all, to diagnose PCOS, you need to fit 2/3 criteria of the Rotterdam concensus. Irregular periods, higher testosterone, and 12 or more follicles on your ovaries each. So, even without a hormone test you can usually tell whether someone has PCOS. Even so, I would still recommend asking for a hormone test if your health insurance covers it.

Sources

I tried looking up an English source for you since you mentioned NHS. Do keep in mind that women's healthcare is really not researched well and that there will be sources and information that will contradict one another. Here is one such article about the Rotterdam concensus.

As you can see they also mention the insulin resistance in this article, IBS, and fatigue, among other things.

Here is another one.

Here is some information about Insulin resistance in women with PCOS.

And here is some about depression.

You specifically asked for vitamin D so here is a study.

And another.

And one about fatigue.

I will however stress that these are all scientific sources and we all know that it can sometimes be biased, and again, not researched properly. My advice would always be to listen to women who have PCOS before listening to a medical source (no matter how professional it looks.)

My Own Experiences & Tips

I've not been diagnosed with PCOS long, but I have been quite thrown into studying it because it pissed me off interested me so much, and by researching (and reading a lot) here are some things that helped me, and I hope they can help you too.

Vitamin deficiencies are common in women with PCOS, especially Vitamin D. What I do is drink a glass of orange juice every morning with Vitamin D supplements. I take Solgar liquid vitamin drops, but depending on where you live they might have something of a different brand. Remember; take it during a meal.

Carbs make your sugar spike, so try to swap out some high-carb foods for lower carb. This way I have managed to lose weight, and this is often recommended for women with PCOS. And if you have a tendency for disordered eating, this will (generally) be easier than counting calories and going on a diet. After going low-carb my blood sugar level (which was high before) went down to regular levels and according to my doctor, I am now no longer immediately in danger of developing Diabetes Type 2.

Exercise! Especially weight-lifting, since it is mentioned it gives you more energy. Since starting myself, I have also noticed a difference. Here is a link for at home work-outs. Taking daily walks is also recommended for your exposure to sunlight and to help depression and anxiety.

Keep a diary of your symptoms. I have a word document with my own diary, so if anyone is interested I will be posting it. Just send me a message :)

Besides this, you do not need to go on birth control if you do not want to. My gynocologist said to me that once every three months you need to have your period. Women with PCOS can have a period 4 times a year, and that is enough! If you get your period less, then you can take progesteron pills for 7 days, and it will start your period. Again; you only need to use them for 7 days. You could do this four times a year and that would be all. Then again I am not a gynocologist so do talk about this with your doctor.

Another thing is that the fatigue could also very well be a side-effect of low vitamin D, B12, and low iron. My advice would be to get tested monthly if you can, and then try to balance your vitamins and see if this improves your fatigue.

And last but no least I recommend Meals She Eats. I made a post about it before, but even if you ignore everything else that is said (they are a bit woo-woo about organic foods and sugars) they still are very informative about the menstrual cycle. If for any reason you are unable to get your hands on the book do reach out to me in my DM's and I can help you.

If there is anything else I forgot I will reblog this and add more information, and I also will request others do too! The more we learn about PCOS and our cycle, the better.

I hope you have a nice day, anon. And I apologise if it took me a while to get to this ask!

[loominggaia]

How Empress Qara sleeps at night knowing her people are obese, overworked, and riddled with cancer from the industries she subsidizes:

[ftm2bbw]

I really hope that yesterday is seared into your memory. I hope you remember every bounce of your udders. I hope you remember every embarrassing gurgle of your belly, how it felt every time you so much as raised your arms a little, feeling your shirt and your sweatshirt start to ride up over your huge, swollen gut. Every time you slip on your clothes, no matter how loose, I want you to think about how awkward it was to shove your tits into a binder that's four sizes larger than what the people who designed it would consider to be "large." Every so often, when you just randomly take a breath, I want you to remember how it felt to have the waist of your trousers so tight around you, pinching into your doughy body, your button practically screaming in overworked agony. I want all of these things to stay fresh in your mind for as long as they can.

Because it's only going to get worse from here.

Your sedentary, gluttonous, hedonistic lifestyle is only going to make your body get flabbier, bigger, rounder. You'll have fat folds in places that you didn't even know existed. The clothes you wore yesterday might be the last time that you're ever able to wear them outside of perverse moments when you want to see how badly you've ruined your body. All of the skipped blockers will just make your ass wider and your udders bigger, aided by the all the horny, absent-minded massaging that you do. You may have felt fat yesterday. You may have felt almost disgustingly obese. But just you wait.

It really has been, I keep thinking about it...

I felt so obviously huge, but on that level I loved it. I absolutely love being fat and taking up space and making a glutton of myself, even when my clothes don't fit and it's embarrassing. It didn't feel like I was disgustingly obese or ruined though. On some level it just feels like...blossoming.

What is embarrassing is how my new weight is piling on. Yeah, my belly is unmistakably huge and still growing. But now my tits and ass and hips are catching up and my natural bottom-heaviness is coming out all the more again. It felt like my passing was in jeopardy despite how I dress, despite my facial stubble and deep voice. For the first time in a long time. It was embarrassing, but it made me throb.

And it's only going to get worse...

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

What's your ideal solution to our obesity issue?

as with most issues, i want it attacked from all kinds of directions.

first and foremost, one angle of attack is an angle i think would help with a lot of our social ills: build denser, more walkable cities. upzone, subsidize public transport, build bike lanes, build more "green space", build more grocery stores, etc. build an environment that encourages people to get out and walk around (or ride bikes). this will also help build a greater sense of community which should, ideally, help people's mental wellbeing and we know that poor mental health can affect obesity.

which leads me to my next point: better, more accessible mental health treatment.

honestly, just more healthcare in general. the more accessible healthcare is the more preventative measures can be taken. make health/nutrition classes a more standard part of healthcare.

and that requires more (and higher quality) research into health and nutrition.

unironically, subsidize gyms. gyms memberships can be expensive. have the government subsidize the cost for low-income individuals. or give tax breaks for gym memberships. or just government subsidies weight management classes or fat camps.

reduce work week. overworked people are stressed and sleep less and have less time to be physically active or cook healthy homemade meals, all of which contribute to obesity.

not sure how this would be done but there should be an effort to create adult sports leagues. sports are huge in high school and college but after that, unless you're one of the lucky ones that play professionally, most americans will probably never play a sport again for the rest of their life. i think we should create adult sports leagues. not only would this make people healthier but i think it would foster a greater sense of community as well. maybe have government sponsored athletic tournaments with a bunch of cash prizes? let's get greco-roman in this bitch.

also there's my dream about mandatory militia service. one weekend every month or something everyone will have to muster at their local militia armory and do some intensive physical training.

education. make health and fitness and home economics more serious parts of the education system. i know some places still do home ec but my school didn't. it should be mandatory. you'd be surprised how many adults i know who don't know how to cook and who primarily subsist on fast food. teach people how to cook, yo. and teach them how to eat healthy. i'm not sure how to get people to take physical education more seriously. maybe make it a bigger part of their overall grade? make sports mandatory? bring back corporal punishment? lmao. also, part of education includes educating parents. i've discussed elsewhere how i want to create a new "reimagined" family planning organization and one thing that it would emphasize is educating parents about nutrition and keeping their children healthy and active.

fat taxes and healthy food subsidies. part of the reason why people opt for fast food and junk food so much is because it's simply really fucking cheap. tax foods with sugar and high fructose corn syrup in them and subsidies whole foods. also wouldn't be opposed to literally taxing obesity itself, sorta like they do in japan. also, here in california we have this program where people's food stamps are worth like twice as much if spent at local farmers markets. i don't know if the data is out but i can say from personal experience that it seems to be pretty effective. farmer friends of mine have told me about how much more business they've had lately and how a lot of it is due to food stamps. would love to see a program like this applied at an even larger scale.

stricter regulations on junk food advertisement combined with an intensive "anti-junk food, pro-healthy food" propaganda campaign.

i think this would be a start.

[traveltme]

It's not only about work#WorkLifeBalance

Maintaining a healthy work-life balance is essential for our overall well-being and happiness. However, in today's fast-paced and always-connected world, achieving this balance can be a challenge. Here are some of the benefits and challenges of maintaining a healthy work-life balance:

Benefits:

Reduced stress and burnout: When we are able to balance our work and personal lives, we can reduce the amount of stress we experience and lower our risk of burnout.

Improved relationships: By having more time and energy to devote to our personal relationships, we can improve our connections with others and strengthen our support networks.

Better physical health: When we prioritize our personal lives and engage in healthy habits such as exercise, we can improve our physical health and reduce our risk of health problems such as obesity and heart disease.

Increased productivity: By taking breaks and allowing ourselves time to recharge, we can return to work with more energy and focus, leading to increased productivity.

Challenges:

Technology: Advances in technology have made it easier for us to stay connected to work even when we're not physically in the office, making it more difficult to maintain a healthy work-life balance.

Long work hours: Many people work long hours or have demanding jobs that make it difficult to find time for personal activities and relationships.

Fear of missing out: The fear of missing out on work opportunities or falling behind can lead to overworking and neglecting personal needs.

Difficulty setting boundaries: It can be difficult to set boundaries between work and personal life, especially when work demands are high or when there is pressure to always be available.

Despite these challenges, it's important to prioritize a healthy work-life balance. Here are some tips for achieving this balance:

Set boundaries: Establish clear boundaries between work and personal time, and communicate these boundaries to your colleagues and loved ones.

Prioritize self-care: Make time for activities that help you relax and recharge, such as exercise, hobbies, or spending time with loved ones.

Practice mindfulness: Engage in mindfulness practices such as meditation or yoga to help you stay present and reduce stress.

Take breaks: Allow yourself regular breaks throughout the workday to rest and recharge.

In summary, maintaining a healthy work-life balance is crucial for our overall well-being and happiness. While there are challenges to achieving this balance, it's important to prioritize personal time and engage in healthy habits that promote relaxation, connection, and well-being.