#this was like 100lbs ago too

[lilcowzia]

thinking once again abt the time a person who got weight loss surgery tried to give me all her 'fat clothes' and i was too fat for all of them 😵‍💫

[kenisle]

are there any fics about the existential/body horror and everyday idiosyncrasies of being wolverine — indestructible heavy metal skeleton, knife hands, healing factor, amnesia, and eternally chained to this mortal plane cursed to watch everyone around you age and die except this one really weird guy you can’t fucking stand who also happens to be from canada — with maybe a dash of homoeroticism? or at least just minimal heterosexuality? is that too tall an order?

[sailorsleepymoon]

. cw for health and weight talk

[listentoace]

My feeder bucket list (mild version):

Quadruple a feedee's weight, ~150lbs → ~600lbs

Force feeding over 20,000 calories before untying restraints

Funnel feed a gallon of heavy cream within a day

3 months of rapid and extreme weight gain; at least 100lbs gain

Jerking off on her face as she sits immobile on the floor and can't do anything about it

Getting actually ripped because of how much I need to hit the gym to be able to lift her belly

Spending an entire day with her at the Heart Attack Grill, hitting at least 35,000 calories

Public stuffing in clothes that barely fit her 50lbs ago

Not letting her cum until she gains 10lbs

Make her too fat for mobility scooters

No water, heavy cream only for a week

Getting her too fat for cars

Making her so fat that her weight can only be estimated as there is no way to actually move her onto a scale

Fucking a skinny girl in front of her while she is fully immobilized

Get her so fat she can't reach her belly button

Get her so fat she can't reach her nipples

Get her so fat her feet can't touch the floor anymore

Treat and fatten her like literal lifestock

Fully dehumanize & objectify her

Only letting her eat triple fried foods

Yes, that was the mild stuff ~

[overlydeniableteddy]

Grandma’s House

Feedee POV / Force & Hand Feeding / Clothes Bursting

Staying at Grandma’s was always a risk, her portions always seemed way too much for the two or three people she usually cooked for. “It gives me practice for the holidays!” She would always exclaim when you told her she’d given you too much, even though you knew she never cooked at the family holidays. Either way, you didn’t have a choice now in what you ate, it was either stay at Grandma’s for free or face the climbing rents of the college accommodation. So Grandma’s it was, you just had to be careful of what you ate in case you ended up like your uncle who was the last of her kids to move out, he’d ended up as 450lbs and still managed to find a wife who’d helped him lose the weight.

You’ve been here for a month, college was going well and you’d made some friends too but you weren’t close enough yet to stay over to try and avoid your Grandma’s cooking. Not that it was bad but you always ended up eating everything on your plates and hers, much to your resistance and a lot to her insistence. Since your grandfather had passed, she seemed more insistent on making sure you were well fed, even if it meant going over your capacity. So far, it hadn’t had a major impact on your waistline, I mean, some of your clothes were starting to feel a bit tighter and started to ride a little bit up and down your body when you moved but it was manageable damage. You were going to start at the gym soon, trying to work off all the calories that had been packed into your meals.

***

A few months go by and things are still going well, you’d started at the gym which seemed to be going well, you weren’t losing any weight though. In fact, it was only increasing your appetite and quite substantially too, and Grandma loved seeing you actually begin to gorge yourself during dinner (eating your own massive portion and the three quarters of her dinner she never touches). Working out was beginning to get harder, despite all your best efforts to lose weight, it was still snaking its way onto your plumper figure. Your growing belly had started to make things harder when doing cardio, feeling your large body bounce and sag with every step, you were getting tired more quickly. You’d noticed not too long ago as you were trying to force yourself into a pair of jeans that had once been too baggy (you were supposed to exchange them for your actual size but couldn’t be bothered too), that these were the last pair of jeans you owned that could even accommodate your increasing size.

When you told your Grandma, she smiled and said you both could go to the store and get you some new clothes, you agreed tentatively and tried to ask her about trying to shrink your meal sizes because of how big its impact was on your body but she brushed you off with a pinch of your arm fat.

Getting dressed before your big shopping trip, you find yourself in front of your mirror surveying the damage of the months living with Grandma. It was no mistake that your thighs had gotten bigger, there had never been a gap between them but now that you were standing there, you saw that they now seemed to push themselves away from each other. Your belly too had grown tremendously, a big orb of fat clinging to your torso, its building quite the hang too with budding love handles that fold thickly on your sides. Unfortunately for you, the weight gain had found your face and gave you a cherub’s features, chubby chipmunk cheeks and a thick double chin had started forming around your once angular face. What would your parents think? They also knew the risks of staying with grandma but they thought you were grown enough to not cause too much damage to your once trim body. But they were wrong, now standing in front of the mirror, you’re clearly at least 100lbs heavier than when you came here.

***

You jump, you heave, you suck in. Nothing you do can get the jeans over the ass and belly of yours, they’re just to fat now and this was the last pair of jeans they had in stock. You feel your eyes stinging with tears, tentatively placing a hand on your flabby gut and give it a jiggle. Violently, you begin to shake every fat part of you body watching yourself jiggle in crescendo as you begin to sob.

Hearing the slapping of flat, your Grandma walks in and places her hands on yours. Her sweet eyes look at you with innocence, she chuckles slightly.

“Even when your uncle still lived at home, he didn’t give in that easily!! I never would’ve guessed you would be the grandchild who’d fatten up this much!!”

She laughs and gives your belly a gentle rub, something switches in your brain. How soft and gentle her hands are on your fat body, how soothing her words are— you feel yourself push your body more towards her, desperate for her silent approval of the changes in your body.

“Now now, those jeans aren’t going to be any good for someone who’s still growing!! You need something comfier— I know just what you need!!”

She smiles at you mischievously and hands you a set of sweatpants and a sweater with a tshirt too, matching of course. So that’s what you buy, only ten sets of sweats and a matching tshirt, uncertain why you’d need a matching top and bottoms. But they fit and they were flexible so they stretched nicely over your growing body and when you grew out of them, they still gave you a chance to get a new set before the seams ripped in the sweatpants.

Your weight continues to climb, your body becoming flabbier and more rounded but you don’t mind now. You and Grandma have an understanding with each other now, you take your classes online so you don’t have to waddle far and she gets to feed you incessantly and give you belly rubs to for when you get too full.

Your family was shocked to say the least when you ambled up the driveway a mere six months after you moved in with Grandma for college. They begged and pleaded you to go on a diet or back to the gym but with Grandma’s hand buried in your love handles, you knew with her support and insistence— you’d never be skinny again.

[thelesbianpoirot]

i don't really care about taylor swift one way or the other, but i love the fact the biggest celeb on earth rn is a woman who overwhelmingly dresses "comfortably" (outside of her dancing leotards you rarely if ever see her in something skin-tight or lowcut/etc, if you get me) and wears only "normal" makeup as opposed to drag queen makeup, etc. she's just a celeb to us, but to little girls growing up and seeing her that's GOT to have a mental impact. when i was growing up it was heroin chic kate moss super skinny, and it's never left me, the idea that i need to be under 100lb to have worth. i really hope all those millions of 8yo's looking at taylor singing her lil songs looking human have that imprinted on their psyche forever too.

I agree. I couldn't even pretend to give a fuck about Taylor, but the way people are obsessed with painting her like she's the devil, or that she is uniquely untalented has a lot to do with her image. For all the shaming they try to do with her dating life, she is pretty clean cut. They complain she is for basic white b*tches or say they hate her because of her carbon foot print, ignoring beyonce has sweatshops making her clothing for her fashion line or the impact of fenti. She is no different than any other wealthy celebrity. She's still very feminine, but in a closer to natural than the beauty standards of today. She's like 90s celebrity feminine, and she still has to diet, exercise, wear makeup, go to stylists, have micro procedures etc. I think it's one of the reasons people hate her. In a few ways she won't changed for them. She looks older, but generally the same as the day she entered the industry. This is quite the feat. I notice she is one of the few big named female popstars that gay men don't worship. Too many men say how much they hate her and how mediocre she is. And this is coming from men who worship Charlie XCX. And a large amount of libfem women hate her with a childish unfounded passion, while licking the boot of any untalented man or popstar sing explicitly about dick loving. Little girls and young women being obsessed with Taylor Swift isn't a problem, it's an improvement, just a few years ago they would be obsessed with a boyband, Justin Bieber or one direction. Swiftees aren't more unhinged or annoying than biebers, directioners or the beehive were/are.

However, I have to say, She isn't gay, people who think she is a closet lesbian are delusion on the level of flat earthers. That is my only beef with swifties.

It is hard to recover from the desire to be sickly skinny because it never really goes out of style. People are enamored with women looking like we're on the verge of dying, the only difference today is they want you to get a butt implant attached to your withering frame. People are going to the surgeon for hollowed out cheeks. Dickensian Orphan aesthetics pop back up every few years.

[meanpregcomm]

Too Much Baby

Combining IYP request 424-2. Imagine you go to a private high school (18 obv) and are struggling to fit into the uniform as your breasts and belly grow bigger and bigger and 432-13. fic request: a very petite young woman (under 5' tall, less than 100lbs) gets pregnant with her 7' tall, almost 500 lb, boyfriends child. He doesn't want kids so he dumps her. She ends up having to give birth in her mobile home. During the long, difficult, excruciating labor and birth, she finds out that not only is she having twins, but that they definitely inherited their fathers size. With the smaller twin being almost 15lbs and almost 2 ft long.

"Uh oh," Kady thought to herself. "This is not good."

It was two weeks into her junior year of high school, and the adorable white denim shorts she'd gotten for her eighteenth birthday two months ago were already digging into her stomach at the waist. She sighed, pinching her chub, and vowed to switch to the nasty egg-white Dunkin sandwiches until the winter formal.

She bounced down the hallway, glossy ponytail swinging, and shouted goodbye to her mom's closed bedroom door. Her boyfriend Leo's Audi had just pulled up in front of her mobile home and she knew he'd be annoyed if she didn't get outside before he started honking.

"Do I look fat?" she pouted appealingly at Leo once she'd hopped in. "You look great," he answered without looking at her, and rested a hand on her breast as he drove towards the school. "You gotta talk to the super about that driveway," he said, for about the millionth time.

"I know, honey, the gravel isn't good for the car," she cooed. "It's just that no one in my part of town has such a nice car, handsome."

He accepted the flattery and reached over to give her a peck. "You're gonna live somewhere so much better someday," he told her. "You may be a scholarship kid but you are smart and you have good taste. And, of course, you're dating me." The towering mound of sandy blonde hair and corn-fed muscles smiled charmingly at her. How had she gotten so lucky? She was one of the few kids on financial aid at Carbot High, but she had somehow snagged a varsity running back as a boyfriend.

Leo dropped her off and she ran in with the rest of the junior girls, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the middle aged teachers' aides as they changed out of their street clothes and into the polo shirt and kilt that made up their uniform. Her uniform was a little tight in the waist too. She thought about skipping lunch, but she had also been so ravenously hungry lately. Well, she could always alter her winter formal dress. The benefit of being poor and having to sew your own formal wear was that she could make it fit her like a glove.

A month later, fitting into a formal dress was the least of Kady's worries. She may still be able to fit into her yoga pants and band t-shirts at home, but her school uniform couldn't be let out anymore, there was just no fabric left. It was impossible for her to button it around her stubbornly growing belly. The school bell rang and Kady panicked. She needed to figure something out fast. She grabbed a safety pin from her emergency sewing kit and pinned the skirt as best she could before running to her first class.

After school she cleaned the worst of the beer cans out of her kitchen and popped a microwave pizza in the fridge. Her mom was at work for the evening and Kady had been so incredibly needy lately, she jumped at the chance to have her big hunk come over and fuck her. Leo, though he hated coming to the trailer park, wasn't going to turn down a chance to stick his dick in her, so he showed up practically on time. Looking down from his six foot frame to her tiny, 5'1" body, now sporting a noticeable bump in the stomach area, he gestured to the pizza cooling on the counter and made a comment about how that might not be the best option for her. Stung, but horny, she nodded agreeably and pulled him into her bedroom and into her pussy, squeezing him so hard with each thrust that he cried out in surprise. He came quickly and she put her mouth on him until he was hard again, and rode him greedily, drinking up every little drop of his cum.

When he left, she felt a little dead inside, but she calmed the voices that said something didn't feel right with her microwave pizza.

---

The safety pin worked for two weeks, until it really, really didn't. She was in English class when it gave out, popping its overloaded spring and ricocheting off her desk with a tiny metallic ping. Mortified, she raised her hand to go to the bathroom, pinching the two halves of her skirt together with one hand while smoothing it nervously with the other. Her teacher granted her request, but she could feel all eyes on her as she walked out of the room. Before she even had a moment to collect herself, a classmate popped her head in and told her to go right to the school nurse.

"Honey, you're pregnant." Kady felt ice cold fear drip down the back of her neck. the nurse's voice was kind, but firm. She had peed on a stick twenty minutes ago, but the look on the nurse's face when after seeing her belly clued her in far before the two pink lines.

"Do you know how far along you might be? Does the father know?"

The questions washed over Kady. She just wanted to go home. Pregnant? She couldn't have a baby. She didn't want to end up like her mom, trapped by a child she had no desire to care for. She nodded dumbly and took the pamphlets the nurse thrust in her hand. "Five months pregnant....prenatal care....WIC voucher....baby shower" it all felt far away, like it was happening to a different person. She called a taxi, took it home, and stared at the pamphlets in her hands until she was too tired to do anything but sleep.

In a badly needed stroke of luck, it was three days before winter break, and Kady's mom would hardly notice if her usually dedicated student daughter took a few days off "sick." So, Kady wandered through the next few weeks in a haze, trying to make sense of what was happening. She made up her mind that she wanted an abortion, and got up the courage to ask Leo for the money.

Getting him to come over wasn't hard, but his eyes narrowed angrily when they saw her. Now that she wasn't trying to hide how fat she was getting, her pregnant belly was enormously obvious on her tiny frame. He was immediately angry, and although in the end he agreed to give her the money, it was over between them. She had been stupid, he'd said. And his football career was just beginning--didn't she see how selfish it was of her to get his baby in her? She was devastated, but on some level she wasn't surprised. At least she had the money she needed.

Unfortunately, showing up at the abortion clinic with a belly the size of a basketball meant that Kady was rejected at the front desk before even seeing a provider. Despite her protests that she had been a virgin five months ago, she had to admit that the sheer size of her pregnant middle made her look like a liar. She tried again at the other clinic, over two hours away, pushing the limits of her mom's unreliable Chevy, but she got the same response.

"You're having that baby, little girl," this receptionist had sneered at her. "Maybe next time you should give your boyfriend a blow job."

Tears stung Kady's face, and she cried the entire two hour drive home. School started again in two days. She had been so confident that she would have a skinny belly again by the end of this weekend. What was she going to do?

The answer, it seemed, was go to school and endure the shocked stares of her classmates, the pitying looks of the teachers who had hoped the girl from the trailer park would make it out, and the disgusted silence from the father of her baby, who made sure she knew that she owed him the abortion money back, and that if she tried to claim him as the father he would deny her.

She knew those were the greater ills, but for some reason the thing that seemed the most unfair was how completely awful her school uniform fit her very pregnant body. Even through her bra, the scratchy polo material irritated her sensitive nipples, and she now had to secure her kilt over her belly, making the skirt lift up awkwardly in front. She didn't dare ask for a new uniform--she was afraid every day that they would finally kick her out and she would have to stay home and explain to her mother that she and Leo had snuck around, been stupid, and made a very, very big baby.

Unfortunately for Kady, trying not to make waves didn't work very well. By six months pregnant she couldn't see her feet, constantly knocked supplies off her desk with her ungainly belly, and couldn't sit without spreading her legs. But it was exactly six months and ten days after the first time she had ever had sex with Leo that she got stuck in her desk chair and was just too pregnant to get out on her own.

Once the janitors had unscrewed the bolts holding it together and she had stood up, rubbing the painful grooves the furniture had made in her fertile mound, the guidance counselor pulled her into his office and told her that her scholarship had been withdrawn.

"You can try again next year Kady," he said, smiling condescendingly, "after you've had your baby. Or maybe a less challenging school might be a better fit for someone in your..." his eyes rested obviously on her swollen middle "...condition?"

----

She couldn't be sure, having been too ashamed to get any prenatal care, but the intermittent pangs she'd been having for two days were starting to get closer together. Plus, she was absolutely enormous. It was hard to imagine getting any bigger. She had had to move temporarily into her mother's bedroom. Her pregnant stomach dwarfed her body so completely that she had difficulty walking, and spent most of her days watching tv, crying, and moaning. It was nearly a full time job, lately, trying to soothe the angry, itchy, stretched and bloated orb of the belly she had created when she had bounced up and down on her giant ex-boyfriend's cock. Her breasts, swollen and painful to the touch, rested on top of her gravid mountain of a stomach, and she was too pregnant to sit up straight.

"I absolutely have to be close to giving birth now," she thought, "and as terrified as I am of birth, there is nothing I wouldn't do to get this fucking baby out of me."

As if on cue, her labor pains started in earnest. These were so much more intense than the lead-up cramps, but they still weren't coming very often. She called 911, and yelled to her mother that she needed ice chips. When her mother didn't answer after twenty minutes, she painstakingly waddled into the living room to see why. The empty bottle of vodka and her mother's groggy form in the recliner answered that question. Tears welled up in her as a contraction doubled her over.

Monstrously pregnant, mother passed out, baby's father gone forever, she didn't know how she could do this. When the EMTs arrived, even they couldn't hide their shock at her size. At first they tried to move her, but she was too big to fit on the stretcher. While they were trying, she felt a sudden intense urge to push and felt the baby descend into her birth canal. The EMTs quickly realized it was too late to move her, and one got a portable sonogram machine while the other ran to the ambulance for more supplies.

"Okay, let's have a look at the baby," a calm female EMT told Katy as she moved over Katy's contracting belly. "Oh," she said suddenly in a quick inhale of breath, "there's two in there. Congrats little mama, you're having twins!"

[annakie]

I Tripped and Took a Dive Into Another Life (Part 3)

Part One

Part Two

OK time to finish this up.

Once again, this post gets fairly personal and is all about weight loss. If this is triggering for you, please do not click read more.

Otherwise... here we go.

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The summer passed with great gains in the house and losses on me. Not a lot of note aside from everything you've already seen in house posts happened for awhile, until my next big thing -- A trip to Minnesota to see my friends Ange and Kate, buddies from my TAH days that I still keep in close contact with.

I hadn't seen Ange since she came to visit in 2019, and I hadn't seen Kate since... idk.. 2018 or 2017? Maybe since TAHrch?

We were supposed to do this trip last year. And I got sick a few days before and we decided to delay it until spring. Then in Spring we found out that Wits, which is a sort of TAH-adjacent podcast we all enjoyed that was also a live show (recorded in Minnesota) posted as a podcast was doing a show in October. They'd stopped doing them regularly a few years ago but did "reunion shows" occasionally.

So we decided to re-do the trip in October again after all, centering it around that show.

Honestly, I had been secretly relieved when we cancelled the trip last year because I knew my weight/my back would be A Problem. I don't need to rehash how bad it had gotten by late 2023 and I felt like if I went back then I would have been a drag, as much as I know my friends would have been kind about it.

It was another motivating factor for me this year, to not be a drag for this trip, to keep up for any but the most strenuous activities we did.

I'd made it a goal early in the summer to try to be 100lbs down for another event I'll talk about in November. I was 98 pounds down the day I left for Minnesota.

I'd bought first class tickets for the previous year and had the money credited back but sitting with the airline, so I was like, fuck it, I'll still treat myself to that since the cost had stayed about the same and it would make the travel less stressful anyway.

I knew things were much better when I made it to the gate pain-free. I remembered the last time I'd flown I had to take a rest on the way to my gate a couple of times. At 345 pounds I couldn't get the tray tables all the way out/around my stomach. No problem at 247. The seats were comfortable. I didn't feel self conscious at all.

I had a mishap finding the right place to meet the shuttle once in Minnesota and had to walk farther than I should have and was only in mild pain by the end of that.

The first full day of the trip, we went to a small touristy town called Stillwater and walked around and shopped the morning and early afternoon away. And I was good all morning.

I mean, for walking.

Food wise I did... just okay on the trip but I was cool with it. I decided my Vacation Attitude, since I knew I had a couple of trips coming up, would be "Get what you want, within reason, but listen and stop eating when you get the signal."

I'd brought enough Protein shakes with me, and brought my shot with me since our hotel had a fridge (and I had an icepack travel thing for the vial/needle), and ate breakfast at the hotel so just having like a banana and some sausage plus my shake was easy.

I had a coffee out at least once a day, and lunch and dinner were basically free-for-alls and I most definitely ate way over goal every day. But also we walked basically all day two of the three full days we were there and quite a bit on the other one, too. Also, I drank for the first time all year, I think. Just one drink a day, I think, maybe two on one day, but felt fine.

In the afternoon on the day at Stillwater we went into an antique store with very narrow walkways and I just started feeling clumsy and big, my back started hurting, so I went outside and sat on a bench then, and near the very end of the day I requested a ten minute sit-down when we were on the way back to the car, but I didn't feel like I was a drag at any point, and that was great.

The next day we did a bunch of museums, and I had a few sit-downs but again, didn't feel like a drag at any point, and mostly did really great with walking and my back only started acting up after a good long while.

They did go on a longer, more strenuous walk up to a waterfall that I opted to hang back in the car for, but I ended up with a baffling but hilarious story of the guy who parked in the car next to me may or may not have been doing something illicit, I really couldn't tell (and didn't feel in danger or anything the entire time) so it was almost worth it.

Back pain is going to be there no matter what weight I'm at, my scoliosis isn't getting any better, but man, being able to walk for 30 or 45 minutes instead of 10 is a huge, huge difference. The pain level takes longer to get to intolerable, too.

The day I got back from Minnesota I weighed myself and I was down 1.2 pounds from the day I left.

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Another thing happened in October -- Eli Lilly started making noises and moves to end Compound Tirzepatide.

And look, the truth is, they have the right to be mad about it. Even though they can't keep up with demand (AND STILL CAN'T) -- they made the medication, I get them being mad that lots of other people are profiting off their medication when it's still under patent.

But holy shit, they want a minimum of $499 a month for the lowest dose and $650 a month for the third through highest dose.

And that's IF you have private insurance that doesn't cover the medication with their "savings card". If you're on Medicare or no insurance? It's like $1300 a month.

"Oh, but they have to make their money back for the research!" I've seen some posts where people point out that they have, and much more. And yes, they still deserve to be making a profit.

And yes, the demand is still there for them to charge whatever the fuck they want, and they obviously do. And people are paying it.

That's capitalism, baby! (As much as the rest of us hate it.)

But still, holy shit, that is so far out of reach for millions and millions of people.

So yeah, millions of us are on compounded instead. And it works just as well.

TBH I've basically... taken steps to ensure I have enough to get me to goal and a couple of years afterwards of maintenance.

Not going to talk about that here, but as soon as the grumblings started, I did what I needed to do to make sure I did it in the safest, most economical and legal way I could. That's all I'm gonna say.

I don't want to be without this medication for a long, long time.

It's possible that I'll need to be on it the rest of my life, and I'm totally okay with that. I'll talk about maintenance after hitting my goal later, I definitely have a plan.

But a few weeks ago the FDA made a ruling that compounding is coming to an end about 2 months from now. Which is just fucking heartbreaking for so many reasons for millions of people and the rush of people trying to get name brand again is going to push things right back into shortage again.

One of the lawyers representing the compounding pharmacy alliance posts regularly on the big compound tirzepatide subreddits, so I'm keeping up with the news. Hopefully the fight drags out longer so people can still keep getting their Tirzepatide for awhile yet, who knows.

But no matter what happens, I'm OK for a good long while.

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In Mid-November, my family went on our Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday. We picked mid November because it was close enough for Christmas/Thanksgiving but also right in the off season so it was cheaper to go then.

I was down about a hundred and ten pounds. That first day back in the spring when I told my parents I was losing weight, we talked about it and I set a goal to be 260 by the cruise, that seemed doable. And then I hit 245 a month before the cruise. I was real happy when by the time we left for the cruise I juuuuust hit 235. 110 down.

We went on Royal Caribbean on the Harmony of the Seas for 8 nights. My parents and Bro/SIL/Niblings. My aunt was supposed to go but had a medical issue (she's OK!) so she couldn't go. It was just me and the 12-year-old twins in the room with me and it was pretty great.

I'd read several posts and watched some YouTube videos with advice for cruising on Tirz. I brought a shot with me.

And my plan was really more or less the same as in Minnesota -- get what I want within reason and listen to my body when it's time to stop.

I brought a 6-pack of big bottles of water onboard and my 40oz tumbler, and some Crystal Light to not add calories with juice and soda.

Another plan was to walk. This is a huge ship, biggest I've been on and my mom LOVES cruising so I've been on quite a few. So if anyone was gonna walk somewhere, I'd go with them.

Included in that, I determined that I'd never take an elevator downstairs or up less than 3 flights. The only exceptions to that is if I were with my parents who couldn't do stairs like I could, though often I'd just meet them there, anyway, and the 2 nights I was wearing fancy shoes and didn't want to risk a twisted ankle. If I were alone and needed to go up more than 2 flights, I'd walk up 2 or 3 then catch an elevator, too.

All of that worked out great. I told myself maybe I'd go to the gym but I never did.

Eating wise I did... okay, most of the time. I did stop at half my meal most of the time, ate only a little bread before a meal (look, the top of rolls with Asiago were too good, but I just had the top :D ) and about half of the time ordered the sugar free dessert, if it sounded just as good as another option.

My family is big on eating in the dining room and not going to the buffet if the MDR is open, so almost every meal was an hour or two long affair but the main time we spent hanging out and talking. The times between meals were more or less free to do what we want, though we had show reservations many nights. My parents love going to the shows, and that was fine as well.

Breakfast was a yogurt parfait and some sausage, sometimes a slice of french toast every morning.

There were meals that were too good to stop halfway through for occasionally, though. A couple of times I picked up a couple of sugar free cookies (or a two-bite non-sugar free thing) at a buffet as I passed as a mid-afternoon snack.

The days we were in port I never did get off the ship, I spent nearly all my free time on the Solarium deck - the Adults Only area (fully clothed :p) where on this ship there are some hot tubs but not a pool. There's also a buffet with generally lighter fare, but I mostly just went in there for ice and... yeah I mentioned the sugar free lemon cookies. (They were really good!) On those days when the MDR were closed for lunch I just got a plate of protein foods from the buffet.

Dinners were always the splurge meal, and most of the time I did decently well!

And then there were the two nights with our new friends.

I'd taken my niece and nephews to Cupcake Decorating class as a part of their Christmas present (it was a per-person charge) one day. While we were getting ready to leave I noticed a guy with his family wearing and Dungeons and Dragons T-shirt. So I called out to him like "HEY! I'm a DM! I love your shirt!" and so he and his wife stopped to chat and we became friends. I introduced my SIL, who was with me, and said that she and my brother play in one of my games, and they were like "LET'S PLAY! Tonight! Here on the ship!! Come to our suite!!"

Your SUITE? OH, OKAY. SURE. So we friended each other on the RC ship messaging service. I had a dice app on my phone I put on my Bro/SIL's phones. (I was THIS CLOSE to packing dice and was like "lol that's stupid, we're not going to play a TTRPG on a CRUISE SHIP!) and that night we showed up at their amazing suite. They'd managed to have character sheets printed out, as they were staying at the class that had basically a personal butler, he'd printed them out for them.

They had ordered in several plates of appetizers and desserts from the specialty restaurants for us to munch on, and this was after dinner. So we basically could do little else but thank them for their hospitality and indulge. Chocolate covered strawberries are a real weakness, and cheesecake. My first real cheescake in a year or so.

It was great.

Two nights later we went and ate at Wonderland, one of the specialty restaurants that has very... idk, shall we say esoteric/gourmet food? Like absolutely off the wall experimental type foods and it's definitely not for everyone, but we'd gotten a good deal on the meal and it was the one specialty restaurant I wanted to try, I was willing to go by myself but everyone else came with, and we all really enjoyed it. And I ate absolutely everything put in front of me, plus one of two Drinks I had that week.

I was so, so full. But the night wasn't over yet.

We went back that night to our new friend's suite to actually play, as the first night we'd just ended up hanging out and talking for several hours. We did play a little D&D this time and it was AMAZING! ANNNNND they'd ordered us in a ton more food and desserts.

Including my biggest weakness in life, red velvet cake.

Yeah, I ate the entire slice, it took like an hour, but I did it and I did not regret it. And snacked a bit more on other stuff they brought in.

We got through one entire battle before it was time to do our other thing our new friends wanted to do -- Crazy Quest, which is like an adults-only game show where we were in the arena style theater, and every seating section is a team, and you have to find/bring things up to the front for points, and it gets very crazy and is adults-only for a real good reason, lol. It was a lot of fun, though, and our new friends made sure we all had popcorn to snack on.

By the time we got back to their suite it was like the first time since starting Tirz I was not entirely sure I was going to be able to hold my stomach. But I did. We didn't leave til after 1AM but it was a really fun night.

Near the end of the week I kind of threw in the towel with worrying about food too much, but still just stopped when I felt done. The scale would say what it said.

Even on the drive home I got Starbucks for the first time in a long time, stopped for fast food as my last "splurge" (but didn't touch the fries and only half the drink) and hoped it wouldn't be too bad when I got on the scale the next morning.

It'd gone up one pound. I was really happy with that.

I was back completely on plan starting that day, and the next full weigh in I lost a bunch of water weight and was down 5 pounds.

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So a question I get asked a lot is "OK but what happens after you lose the weight and it's time for maintenance? Are you going to be on this drug the rest of your life!?"

My answer to that is yes, I have a plan already, and maybe I will be on this or another similar weight management drug my entire life. So what?

So the data so far has shown that people who go off their GLP-1 medication tend to gain the weight back, like in every diet. You get to goal weight and your body fights like hell to get back to the weight it's "used" to be. They call it a set point. I used to think set points are bullshit but hey it turns out that the science agrees with that!

Here's a really great presentation from the Yale School of Medicine Obesity Studies department that talks about this, and gives a fantastic overview of GLP-1's, what they do in general and also a preview of the drugs coming down the pipeline. And it also talks about the Set Point.

I really, really recommend anyone who is interested in these drugs to watch this. It's a little over a year old now but it's still just a really great watch.

And the good news is that fewer people tend to regain back the weight, though it's still a majority, and many of them gain back less weight than diet and exercise alone.

But a lot of GLP-1 taking people in maintenance just... keep taking the medication. Most of them drop their dose and/or take it less frequently. But your lower metabolism/under active thyroid doesn't just stop being an issue when the weight comes off. Your brain doesn't stop screaming out for food just because you've hit some magical goal weight number. People who come off the medication report the hunger comes back with a vengeance, too.

I do not ever, ever want to feel the same way about food as I used to.

I'm honestly pretty terrified of that.

So when I get to my goal weight (145, which is in the center of "normal" for my height/age, and a nice round 200 pounds down) I'm going to practice lowering/spreading out my dose, for at least two years.

The Yale study above says that it takes 6 months to 2 years for your body to accept a new "set point". So I'm going to keep taking the medication for at least two years after I get to where I want to be.

And then? We'll see. Maybe I can come off of it and keep eating in my maintenance calorie range forever and stay where I want to be.

Maybe my body can't function like a "normal" body without Tirzepatide and I need to stay on it, or another similar GLP-1.

Y'all, the hope has arrived. I honestly believe that GLP-1's are going to help millions more people once they can be more widely available. I'm going to do what it takes to make sure I can keep having access so I never, ever find myself at 345 pounds again. Or 300. Or 250. And soon, not 200.

There is, of course, the common argument that "you don't know what these drugs will do to your body long term!!" And hey, as someone who literally took the most infamous miracle diet pills that turned out to have really bad effects, this was definitely was a concern for me, which was a part of my month-long research before taking the medication.

A couple of things... GLP-1's have actually been around since the 80's and have always proven to be very safe. Not GLP-1's for weight loss that do exactly what Ozempeic and Tirzepatide do, but similar medications.

Second, Ozempic has been around for like five years now and no serious adverse effects have come out, something probably would have started showing by now if there was going to be anything.

Third, the main thing of concern was thyroid cancer in mice when pumped full of ridiculous amounts of the drug. That's not entirely concern-free! But it's also why I see my doctor for blood tests quarterly. Just to make sure everything's good.

And last, the truth is, again, both of my main doctors told me that my weight really may have killed me in the next ten years or so. Or at the very least my quality of life would have greatly decreased had I kept on the same trajectory I was on. My quality of life has GREATLY increased in the last almost 11 months I've been on the medication in ways that it wouldn't have without it.

Even if in 10 years it turns out that some secret hidden terrible thing about GLP-1's comes out... in the end, I coulda been dead in 10 years anyway. We KNOW the effects of obesity, especially as you get older. I'll take the same 10 years but a feeling a lot better, more active, more in control, thank you. :)

And one last thing real quick -- Semaglutide (Ozempic/Wegovy) and Tirzepatide (Mounjaro/Zepbound) are just the beginning. The Yale video above outlines a few things that are coming next. Both companies have even more promising drugs coming down the pipeline in the next couple of years that work better (CagriSema and Retatrutide) and several other pharmaceutical companies have their own GLP-1 and similar medications in trials now. Hopefully when those go on the market the price for Semaglutide and Tirzepatide will come down and will start opening up access FOR EVERYONE.

So even if you're reading this and it all still seems so far out of reach... just wait. Hopefully in the next few years it won't be.

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In December, I saw my Cardiologist for the first time in a year, since he gave me the dire warning that really really kicked my ass into gear.

He walked into the room with a big smile on his face. "A hundred and twenty pounds!" he said, a huge smile on his face.

"I can honestly tell you that this moment right here was one of my motivating factors this year," I told him. "Hoping you'd be happy for me."

"I am! You're doing amazing!" he said. We spent some time talking about my year. We discussed exercise and what I was cleared to do. He told me that things were definitely improving on my scans, but they'd look even better if I kept dropping weight.

He also told me he wished he could prescribe Tirzepatide to all his patients that need it -- it's showing signs of helping the heart in other ways besides just weight loss. But once again, cost is the restricting problem in most people who need it to not being able to take it.

Before I left I told him that even less of me will see him next year, he laughed and said he hoped so.

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A week and a half later was my company Holiday Party week.

It started on Monday afternoon, I went up to the office and ran some Shadowdark for a small group of co-workers. Aside from Eric, I hadn't seen them in either six months or a year.

I was now able to wear size 18/20 jeans comfortably (down from 26/28s, and starting to grow out of those.) I wore a flattering woman's cut T-shirt instead of layers. I'd gotten a cute haircut on the cruise, I felt great.

And this time, I knew I looked really different than the last time they'd seen me. The first 55 pounds didn't make a huge difference on how I looked but the next 65 or so had.

I also knew that it's a work environment and most people weren't going to comment on my weight and that's OK.

I will admit, I enjoyed watching people's faces the first time they saw me. I definitely got quite a few "Oh, she looks different" looks, though

Only a few people came by the office that night, and then we met several more people for dinner later on. I noticed a big problem though, at dinner. We were sitting in wooden chairs and my ass hurt. Like there was almost no damn cushioning down there, not from the chair and I was sure missing a lot of padding I used to have. It was a problem I'd find that I had several times that weekend. I had probably lost more weight in that region than anywhere else and I was sure feeling it.

The next day was the big company meeting part where we'd all be in the same room most of the day. Eric and I walked in a little later than most people since most of them either lived closer or were staying at the boutique hotel we basically take over every year for the meeting.

Again, I'd eaten breakfast and so just nibbled on fruit all morning, but after I grabbed my plate I went to a table with a bunch of the other I.T. nerds who are all my friends and squeezed a chair in for me and saved one for Eric.

One of the other women in the department turned to me a minute later and was like "Damn, you look good, girl!" I just grinned and said thanks, and for a minute we talked about our weight loss efforts.

I got up to get more fruit and passed another guy who'd just gotten there, I said hi to him. He gave me a generic "Hi" and then a few seconds later was like "Woaah! I didn't recognize you! Hi!" and used my name. I grinned and laughed. I noticed he'd dropped some weight, too, so a few minutes later back at the table we spent a good ten minutes talking about what we were doing and how.

I had no problems sharing with either of them that I was on the medication, and they thought it was awesome for me.

The meeting part of the morning started, and during our first break, the marketing manager came up to me. "I wanted to make sure before I said anything, are you losing weight for good reasons?" I laughed. "Yes, very good reasons," I responded. "Well you look FUCKING AWESOME, seriously, I've heard a few people wondering. Keep it up!" I thanked her with a huge smile on my face, and just really wanted to give her a hug at that point. It felt so good.

At noon, we went back to the office for appetizers and to start the scavenger hunt, before the big party in the afternoon while the hotel staff turned the tables and prepared the ballroom.

I grabbed about a half a sandwich while talking to some friends, and then four of us left to start the scavenger hunt.

Our company's office is downtown in a suburb of Dallas that has a kind of traditional town square type of downtown, what used to be a city hall is now a performance/meeting hall type of space in the center and tons of cute shops, restaurants, coffee houses etc. on all 4 streets lining the square (and some on the side streets for a block or two.) There's a park nearby, too, and our scavenger hunt took us walking all over the town square and the park (and only bothered local businesses that signed up for it to drum up business.)

Right as we were starting the hunt, someone called Eric and he had to do some tech support so he couldn't do the hunt with us. So just three of us did the hunt together, and while we were at it, Matt, one of my teammates who I've known since 2012 at the previous job, said something like "I don't know how to say this and make it sound right, but, whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

I laughed, and said "I take that as the platonic compliment that I know you meant it as," and he said "Good!"

The scavenger hunt made us walk probably 3 or 4 blocks in total, and it was no problem. Right as we finished, Eric found us, finished with having to help whoever called.

So anyway, we walked the entire scavenger hunt a second time, with Eric.

It wasn't a problem. Nor were any of the stairs all weekend. Eric mentioned how the really steep staircase in the hotel was a problem for me last year, I ended up taking the elevator every time. I didn't even think about the elevator this year, until he mentioned it.

Later, a bunch of us were hanging out a a bar, and Matt and I talked about our weight loss a bit more in depth. And I gave him the low-down on Tirzepatide, and told him if he wanted to talk to me about it more, that my door was always open.

That night, we went to the barcade. I wanted to button this story and compare it with last year's mortifying incident by saying "I walked there and had no back pain!" but uh, instead Eric and I had a lot of crap to carry so we just took all that stuff to the car then drove to the barcade, as there is a car park right next to it and we wanted all that stuff close.

But we went to the barcade, I ate too many wings and drank two Drinks, after eating a late lunch at the actual Christmas party, and for the first time in a very long time, I got buzzed.

I played video games for hours with my work friends, hung out with people from other departments and made new friends, and just had a really fucking good night after a pretty great day.

The next day was the IT-only day, and it was also great. I ate breakfast with the group, and we had an amazing lunch at an expensive steakhouse. Every time we had a break I went outside and walked a block or three, sometimes with people, sometimes by myself. I drank delicious coffees, that night we went to a pizza place where I was so stuffed I could only eat one piece of my personal pizza. I put on a pound that week.

It was still a great week.

I spent a few days on program once it was over, then went to my Brother/SIL's for Christmas. I brought my own snacks and monkfruit flavored coffee mix but still only did Okay because my SIL is a great cook. I drank Starbucks too many times on the way up there and the way back to stay awake (it's a long, boring drive) and regretted little.

Life is great on the special days. I'm not going to deny myself on the special occasions.

But most days, when I'm home, it's 1200 - 1300 calories, 100+ grams of protein, 25+ grams of fiber. And I love that life, too.

And even on those splurgey days, it feels like a TON of food to me, but I know it's half, or less, of what I would have eaten in The Before Times.

I was down to 219.2 pounds two days ago and now I'm gaining water weight... but who gives a fuck? It'll come back off next week. I'm not bothered.

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I've taken pictures of myself almost every month since I started.

In January last year, I went in for a mammogram, at the point when I'd decided I was definitely starting the medication and was just trying to get my hands on it. I hadn't really looked at myself in a full-length mirror or taken pictures of myself in a mirror in years. But there was one in the changing room in the mammogram center. So, wearing a bra and jeans, I knew I'd want before pictures and snapped two.

You can't even tell how bad it was in those, because of the jeans.

My tracking spreadsheet has a tab for pictures and measurements. I put those two pictures in for January.

I didn't take pictures in February or March, it was too daunting.

I did take monthly pictures of myself starting in April, in the same place in my guest bedroom, wearing the same style of bra & exact same underwear, on the first of every month.

I put the pictures and my measurements in the spreadsheet.

Its hard to tell month to month the differences, but looking at the pictures down the line now, it's almost like a flip book of a shrinking woman. I look at them a lot. I can't believe the ones from early in the year were me.

I dream about what they'll look like six months from now.

...I'm not posting them here. :D

BUT

On the subreddits I heard about this app called Me360, which takes scans of your body and gives you your measurements and a blob-style 3D scan picture of your body.

It's probably a privacy nightmare but I signed up for it. And before I take my pictures of myself, I do a body scan.

What I WILL show you is the comparison of my scan blob from March 6th 2024 (my first scan) to January 1, 2025.

The difference in that side pic especially feels astounding to me.

But hey, here's also a pic of me on the cruise that I kinda love! It was RIGHT after I'd gotten my hair cut. at dinner the first night.

I almost never put pictures of me on the internet but... eh... this time, I'm gonna.

Okay, so, now that I've spent this entire year oversharing on tumblr, I may go hibernate for awhile.

But again, if anyone wants to talk about this with me in private, I'm happy to talk, about anything here and more. If you think this might help someone you know, please feel free to send them the link(s) to read through.

Thanks for reading all this! I know it's a lot. I know I'm verbose! But it's been such a huge part of my life for a year, and I feel like I've been holding all this in for so long, it's been good to put it out there. :)

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

I seem to remember you mentioning that you had a max weight where you wanted your gain to plateau, around 650 afaik? Now that you're "too fat" but clearly too addicted to stuffing yourself to stop, have you reassessed that goal or are you still aiming for that size? Because either way I don't think you're *capable* of stopping yourself anymore.

I would say it is reliant on circumstances. In that post I also mentioned it comes down to my life partner (whoever that ends up being at the time). I could imagine getting much fatter than this with the right star to brighten my midnight sky. For now my current weight is pretty close to my limits. I will admit my original limit was fitting into 3XLs which was like…100lbs ago lol. Then my limit was 450lbs, but I’m here and eating more calories than I thought possible. I would say with the right person, I’d gain to the edge of mobility perhaps, whatever that weight is. I still need to be able to follow her around, even if I’m barely, slowly, wobbly waddling behind her.

[thegloomybat]

TW 3D INTRO TO MYSELF HEYY

Hey guys :3 this app is my library lol but i wanna start posting too bc i could really use some tips & advice for d13t1ng and wl. To give some background info, i’ve had b0dy dysmorphia for like, 7 years at this point. I never really did anything about it except h4te myself. Until about 2 years ago, i bought wl p1lls online, i took them for aboht a month along with heavy exercise. I lost a lot of w31ght in that time, but unfortunately i was dumb and told my mom about it bc i lowkey felt like i was dying😭. And from there on i was always being monitored. Mostly. I had really bad 6u1imia, like i would 🤮 3+ times a day, everyday, the entirity of last year. I had a lot of w31ght fluctuations tho, but for the most part i was sk1nny, my lowest was 100lb. I was doing so good until i switched doctors and as soon as he weighed me he put me on wg medications and i didnt know :( so all my progress was just gone. I gained an embarrassing amount of weight… i was in the 130’s almost 140’s lb. EW it nakes me feel GROSS just thjnking about it. My height is 5’6. But earlier this year i started 🤮 again, got down to 115, but then i stopped and started going up again :( i went up again to around 130, disgusting. Now for the past few months i’ve been STUCK in the 123-126 range. Idk why i let myself be so gross and ugly i let myself go sometimes and ate too much, like 1k cals. I usually try to stay equal to or less than 800, but it’s not even doing anything anymore. I haven’t been l0s1ng. I’m just SO tired of hating myself and being so ugly and f4t and stupid, i want to be 100 again or lower :( but i’m really happy bc i’ve lost 4 lb recently, i w31gh3d myself this morning i was 119! FINALLY going down. I’ve been 34ting 700ish cals, i’ll have a bigger meal in the morning (around 11am-12pm) and i won’t have anything until around 8-9pm. I’m gonna make a seperate post because i really need advice or tips on a specific situation. But yeah, i’m happy i’ve gone down to 119, i’m finally making progress🥹but i need to keep going, pls help me out with anything!! But i’ll update :3 sorry for typing so much i talk way too muchhh😭

[m1stym0on]

doing all the days at once, below the cut *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

1. 5’7 , cw 111 , lw 94 , hw 180

2. sometimes i wish i was shorter but i do kinda like my height a lot too

3. i’ll make a separate post w my fav th1nsp0 atm

4. i’m not sure i have any ‘greatest fears’ about weightloss, i do get kind of scared that i’ll have to be hospitalised one day though just because of what my family would think

5. i want to lose weight because i always feel like i have to, i feel better about myself when i’m losing. it’s not about looks.

6. i do binge A LOT, my binges used to be between 4-8k cals but i’ve managed to bring them down to always under 4k. i binge when i feel ‘out of control’ wether that’s through emotions or because i overate my c@ls slightly. i hate it smmmmm

7. my parents can tell when i’m not eating, but i live alone so all they can do is buy me food.

8. i don’t ever workout really, i never have any energy. BUT i do try to get in 5k steps and 100 sit ups everyday :)

9. i was pretty chunky growing up so i did used to get a few comments, none were meant as insults though. since being skinny i just get positive comments about my weight and body

10. the hardest thing to give up is takeaways and going out drinking, the c@ls are just way too uncountable for me and i could work around it but it makes me SO ANXIOUS

11. n/a

12. i really love oatmeal, and yoghurt w granola and berries. i typically eat breakfast or protein bars or chocolate as well

13. i’m on 3dblr what do you think

14. my ugw is either 95/100lbs or whenever i decide i’m sick enough to recover (never)

15. i’m not either but i do sometimes like vegan/vegetarian alternatives to dairy or meat and i would definitely consider going vegetarian or vegan for a short amount of time - like maybe a few months?

16. i first decided to lose weight in december 2020, i was around 180lbs and immediately started a 1200cal diet that never ended

17. i’m not sure if i have an ed, if i do it’s probably ednos because i kind of have symptoms of a few different diagnoses

18. biscuits and cookies always get me man nothing else makes me lose control like that. gimme a pack of marylands and it’s over.

19. i ate fast food a few weeks ago, i don’t cut out ‘bad foods’ i just incorporate them into my c@ls

20. i don’t have any fav diet but i do love @honeysugarfree and all their posts <3

21. i’m a uk 6 or xs in tops and a uk 8 / s in bottoms :)

22. my lowest weight was i think 94, not sure because i stopped caring about the sc@le. i only gained because my auntie saw me at christmas for the first time in a while and then contacted my family about my ‘worrying appearance’. my dad ended up taking me to the doctors and i was put on a m3al plan, so forced r3c0very

23. no it’s not about the media, l0sing weight for me is all about how it feels on my body and comparing myself to people in real life, or that’s how it started anyways

24. i know the original terms meant community and pro acceptance but since now they have such stigma i’m not sure how i feel about them

25. i do struggle with p.rg1ng a few times a week but i’m trying to stop. i don’t actually remember the first real time but i do remember my ex bf teaching me how to thr0w up when i felt sick from drinking ??

26. i just want to feel valid in my eating problems, so i guess that’s what i want out of my ugw this time. but i’m also of course excited to feel fragile, delicate emo girl fr

27. i usually just have to distract myself if i’m around food like with gum or remind myself about my goals over and over in my head, i do find it pretty hard to be honest

28. i do really really want that th1gh g4p but i am kinda nervy about my short shorts and mini skirt not looking slut / tight anymore when i go out (dumb maybe)

29. honestly my definition of beauty is femininity

30. 10 facts! i do fine art at uni, i’m 19, i live alone, i have 2 little kitty cats, my fav colour is bluey purple. my fav flowers are chrysanthemums, peonies, hydrangeas. fav foods are fish and chips, pasta, COOKIES and biscuits, ramen (all so h1gh c4l i could die). alr that’s enough facts i can’t think of anymore my brain’s fried to pieces

okayy i just wanted to answer all these at once because i was bored, ily if u read it all ♥

[daintyblur]

TW 3D TALK

scroll if u don’t want to hear it

you’ve been warned

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉

here’s to locking in for 2025!!!

life update / new years plan ! :

i disappeared off tumblr for like a week ( my bad ) , but basically what happened was i got super depressed and anxious due to personal family issues and christmas ( it didn’t go well , i was at family’s house and we got into a huge fight ) anyways , and i decided it was a great idea to just 34t my damn feelings for like a whole week ( SUBTLE FORESHADOWING : IT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA ! ) if you saw my post that i was getting a sc4l3 in the mail ( that rhymed lol ) , i got it !!! i w31gh3d myself on dec 24 , 2024 and i was 181.8 ( not proud of it but i was 184 on dec 18 2024 so i had lost 2.9lbs in 6 days which wasn’t a lot but still progress ig )

then i proceeded to 34t like i could afford to g41n 100lbs ( which i CANNOT ) and i w31gh3d myself today finally for the first time since dec 24th and that was 8 days ago …. and i g41n3d 3.4lbs in 8 DAYS ( im 184.5 as of 1/1/25 ) , THATS SO MUCH OMFG I H4T3 MYSELF ! to be fair i took my w31ght before going #2 , 3 times and now im gonna take 3 packs of m1ralax mixed in water . just to clear out my system fully , ive also started a 48hr f4st as of 12am january 1st 2025 , ( aka today , im 14hrs and 53 mins into it so far and going strong , although hvng3r p41ns are pretty bad rn for some reason )

BUT

my goal for this month is to go all of january b1ng3 free and see where i can go from there !

( and ofc hopefully l00se like ideally at LEAST 15lbs this month making me at least , 169.5lbs , putting me at gw 1 which is 169lbs just so i can say im under 170 ) but REALLY id like to loose close to 25lbs this month , which i think is actually possible bc when you first start getting back into the habbit of low r3str1ct1ng and f4st1ng and hydrating more and being more active ( which are my goals for the new year ) , you l00s3 more quicker in the beginning ( at least for me in the past , and ive seen that for others too ) BUT if i l00s3 25lbs this month that will put me at 159.5lbs by january 31st 2025 ! which would be so cool to be vnder 160lbs again for the first time in a bit over 2 years ! i know 159lbs is nothing to be happy or proud over , and trust me im NOT at all satisfied with that number but being there would make me feel like im finally doing the right thing and im on the right track ! and if i think about it this way , if i l00s3 25lbs in january , then realistically my weight loss may slow down for february , so in february i could l00se maybe around at least 15lbs hopefully if i keep to f4st1ng and l0w r3s , that would put me at , at least 144.5 by february 28th 2025 , which would just put me at 24.7 bmi “ healthy weight “ category by .2 bc healthy weight starts at 24.9 , then by then end of march i could loose around another 20lbs hopefully , putting me at 124.5lbs by march 31st 2025 , putting me at 21.3 bmi which is 2.8 away from the vnd3rw31ght category which is very exciting news , then by the next month , april , i should hopefully continue and l00s3 around another 15-20lbs ( so i’ll just say 15lbs ) putting me at , at least 109.5lbs by april 30th 2025 , with a 18.7 bmi which .2 away from vnd3rw31ght category ( which is 18.5 ) ( VV EXCITING NEWS ! ) then the following month may 2025 , i’ll focus on getting to my first big gw which is 100lbs which should only be around a -9.5lb away at that point and maybe even try hitting 99lbs ! )

to sum it up :

within the next 5 months of 2025 , by the end of may 2025 , i should be at my first dream gw which is 100lbs !!! ( or even 99 :0 ) this is if i keep myself accountable which i will do with my best 3d buddy , if you would like to also be one with me as well , lmk !! ( no one under the age of 17 please tho , ive been 18 for 5 months now so it would make me uncomfy ! )

i’ll be posting more regularly here , and giving multiple daily updates most likely ! ( as well as general 3d posts ! )

btw here’s todays depressing w31gh in :

[tulsas-tears]

About me

My name is Tulsa, I use she/her pronouns and I'm 19. I'm also an INFJ and a lesbian, and I'm taken by a very pretty, very skinny girl.

A bit of background:

My eating issues started a couple years ago (I think it had to do with the antidepressants I was on), and when I stopped my meds I gained weight and all of a sudden hated myself. It took me almost a year to start actually losing the weight back, which only worked since I started a med that made me lose my appetite for long enough to not eat, realize I looked and felt so much better, and keep going. I'm an open book, so feel free to ask anything about this you'd like.

Stats:

Hw: 124lbs

Lw: 101lbs

Sw: 112lbs

Cw: 113bs

Gw: 100lbs

Ugw: 95lbs

The blog:

I'm gonna use this blog as a food diary so I can hold myself accountable with what I'm eating, since a lot of my problem is eating too much in secret. (I figure if I at least post this stuff on a public account, it might make me think twice.) I'll post pics of meals on occasion probably, calorie counts, maybe rants. My goal is to be skinny but healthy at the same time, so I try to stay under 1000 cals daily, but push it up to 1200 if I have to.

I'm an animal lover, so generally speaking I try to eat vegan/vegetarian when I get to choose my own food. I'm not attached to either label though so I kinda do whatever is most practical in the moment.

Tagging system:

All of the posts I create will probably be tagged as one of four things: #food diary, #food for thought, #rant, and #random (as well as all four being tagged as #mine). They're for me tracking my food; notes I have about how to eat and what to do better; rants about whatever related to eating and body image and stuff; and then random thoughts I have that don't really fit into either of three main categories.

My September plan is tagged under #September plan and details my "rules" to keep things under control.

That's all for now <3

[258punkweight]

hey if you’re only 100lbs and your legs are hurting you might need to eat more (fats, carbs, but especially protein) and take walks if you can. i got patellofemoral syndrome a few years ago cuz i was underweight and too sedentary, and the only cure was to build up some muscle so i could walk again. i’m fully recovered now but it took years and was pretty tough. please disregard this unsolicited advice if it doesn’t apply to your situation, it’s just something that made my life a lot harder so i don’t want it to happen to anyone else cuz it’s so preventable. take care of yourself.

technically i'm a bit above that cause i don't really pay attention to what i eat lol. i'd say i'm more like 105 or so. who knows

eating more isn't really an option for me. we got frozen microwave crap and some snacks and that's pretty much it. i'll get fast food a couple times a week when my grandma comes. not much i can do about this

i did take a walk around my block once... but i gotta ask my mom for permission. i worry she'll be mad at me if i left the house without asking while home alone. even then, it's fucking hot in socal, my lungs are trash, etc

i'm just in pain a lot, it's been happening for a long ass time, even before i lost weight. we'll get it checked out eventually okay

[eazy-group]

Update: Lovely lost over 100 pounds

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Update: Lovely lost over 100 pounds

Transformation of the Day Update: Lovely lost over 100 pounds. We’ve followed her story since 2020. After reaching her weight loss goal, she became pregnant with her second child. In this update, she shares how she restarted her health/wellness journey and got results post-pregnancy.

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Social Media: Instagram: @isntshelovelyd

I am a 31-year-old mother of two kiddos. I am 5’7″ and currently weigh 179 pounds. 

Weight loss is not new to me. Years ago, I decided to commit to my weight loss journey and loss over 100lbs. I was ecstatic. It was such a proud moment for me. I originally started my weight loss journey at 265 lbs and reached my goal of 150 lbs. 

Then, I became pregnant with my second baby. Seeing how fitness made me feel so good, I decided to remain active throughout my whole pregnancy. It definitely helped and made the delivery process a lot bearable. I was in labor for less than two hours, and I genuinely feel that working out helped a lot compared to my first baby (when I didn’t work out at all). 

Postpartum was the hardest to recover from. After delivering baby number two, it seemed almost impossible to lose weight. I tried different diets, and the workouts I did in the past were not as effective anymore. 

I wanted to give up, but then I started working with a nutritionist and slowly started pelvic floor workouts. I also started walking 30 minutes on the treadmill, walking in the morning, pushing my kiddos in the stroller, and then results started coming in. My goal was to get at least 10k steps a day, drink my water, and eat a high-protein diet. It is a hard and long process. 

If you are following a plan, I highly recommend you remain consistent throughout it all and be patient. Eventually, the results will come. If a single mother coming out of an abusive relationship mother like me can do it, then I have no doubt that you, too, can overcome it. 

The goal is to keep pushing forward regardless of any obstacles or challenges. In the end, the results will show. Results don’t lie; as long as you keep putting in the work, you will enjoy your results and maintain a healthy lifestyle. 

Now my kids come to the gym with me, and they love it- our gym has kid fit, and that is one thing we do as a family daily. I hope my story encouraged you to take on your fitness journey or continue your journey and remain strong.

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[vampirethin27]

Okay I did weigh myself on Saturday and Sunday, but they were both 100-102lbs and I was like... this doesn't seem right for some reason. Even though it was only 4 lbs, I figured I'd hold off on updating my weight on all my apps (MyNetDiary, Google Fit, my fitness watch, LIFE Fasting, workout app, etc.) until it was more consistently over 100lbs because I just had a weird feeling about it

I literally got my period 3 days later. A BITCH WAS RIGHT-

But uh I have absolutely been eating more than usual and more sugar and stuff. We have apple muffins, red velvet cake, cookie dough ice cream, vanilla ice cream, just a lot of sweets when we went shopping on top of all the fruits and veggies and juices. I'm gonna count it all as period weight and just make sure I'm drinking more water than anything and start to cut off the sweet tooth towards the second half of being stuck with good ol' Aunt Flow over here. I can lose weight fairly easily so I just kinda trust that I'll be closer to 96 by the end of the Post-Birthday Astrology Ritual I started that's 12 days long

I also do plan on being more active on this account, I swear, but if you read my post about my mother and I deep cleaning and moving my furniture around then you already kinda know that I'm redoing a lot of things in my life. I'm doing the same thing with my wardrobe, my friends, my routines, my products, and so I've been off my phone planning and journaling and drawing things up and on my tablet making things. I still find it funny when I do things like this AFTER starving myself again because my friend and I swear we become better people when we're mentally drowning in numbers, but I digress. I'm working out again starting today because I stopped when the temperatures dropped a couple months ago, and after I give my phone gallery a clearing out and reorganizing I'm probably just gonna look for more ED memes and thinspo to keep and I might reblog some, try to get back into the habit of posting things, scrolling, thinking. Honestly it used to be really meditative now that I think about it, which is a little funny

BUT OKAY this post is already way too long, just figured I'd give a long post with a few succinct updates to get everything out of the way, because I have had this account on the brain since yesterday evening.

Okay I'm gonna go plan my day and drink some water <33