#weight loss for man

[empyreanpro]

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[tusecretadmirer2]

This guy is losing weight, but seems to be even better at pushing his stomach out. He must be opting for eating less often but bigger meals. Hopefully he stretches his stomach enough to start doing food challenges 😈

[itzabouthealth]

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[lylahammar]

Weight loss is a completely morally neutral personal choice that anyone can make for any reason, but if you choose to lose weight because you hate your fat body, please do the internal work to get over that internalized fatphobia before or during your weight loss efforts. I’ve seen far too many fat people become skinny and immediately turn their internalized fatphobia outwards, and it’s a bad time for everyone. If you have to keep the weight off through a strictly maintained diet and exercise, it’s pretty much inevitable that you will gain some weight back at some point in your life (likely more than you had in the first place if yo-yo dieting is in play), and you will find that all the hatred you projected at the fat community will come back to bite you in the ass with twice the power. Work on loving your fat self while you’re there, and if you choose to lose weight then work on continuing to love your old fat self. Life will feel much better for yourself and the fat people around you that way.

[chubbycelebs]

My Chocolate Factory Experience (pt 2)

“Right then we should probably leave them to deal with the hog. Should we carry on or do you guys want to carry on- wait. There were 5 of you. Where are the other 2?” Wonka says looking around. Just then we heard the shouts of Aidan and Simon. It sounded like they were panicked and it came from the very depths of the woods. We all ran into the sugar filled woods. 

As we passed through the forest we noticed different sweet treats like juice filled fruits hanging from the trees and patches of hard candy flowers. As we carried on briskly walking through the forest towards the shouting we saw the woods begin to lighten up. There was a clearing in the woods by the perimeter wall of the room. That’s when we noticed the two men stood there shouting at each other. The light was still too bright to see them but it was becoming clearer that the two men were not clothed? 

Our suspicions were correct. As we reached the edge of the woods, nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight I saw. The grass was covered in blue juice and piles of the large blue fruits we saw on our walk up were laid around the clearing. Within the pile of juicy fruits, were their blue stained clothes as well. My eyes went to Aidan first. He was stark naked. His lazy body was on display for us all to see. His thick chest hair carried on down and covered his soft belly in a thick layer of dark hair, wrapping round his thick love handles and soft lower back. His bushy pubes made his already seemingly small dick look even smaller. Even at full erection Aidan didn’t have much to show off. Whilst seeing his chubby naked body was already slightly shocking was most shocking was the blue stains on his ass. We could see bright blue liquid leaking out of his ass cheeks and dripping down his thighs. What had these two been up to? That’s when low gurgling noise got my attention on Simon. He too was naked, his slightly grubby middle aged dad bod was much more sexy to look at than our lazy companion. My eyes found it hard to move off his rounded beer belly that jutted far out but something was much more interesting. Just like Aidan, Simons member was at full attention, much more impressive than Aidans chubby small dick. Simons large curved dick was quite impressive yet this wasn’t that most intriguing thing. His cock was bright blue and his balls and his inner thighs and his lower belly and it seemed to be slready across his body slowly. “Wonka help me! Why the fuck is my dick blue!?” Simon asked worry in his voice. We all looked at Wonka who just stood there mouth slightly agape looking at the scene with a little smile. The blue was spreading faster across Simons body. It crept up and over his belly button and moved towards his chest. His ass was now fully blue and made its way up his back. Even his nose started to go blue. Simon looked down and saw his rapidly changing skin and said “WONKA!! HELP ME!!” 

“Oh dear.” Wonka murmured under his breath. “Oh dear oh dear. I’ve always wondered what would happened but never tested. I guess we’ll now see” Wonka carried on mysteriously. Simons whole body now turned into a deep shade of blue. He placed his thick hand on his belly and looked worryingly at Wonka. “What’s gonna happen to m-“ but he was cut off by a loud gurgle from his hairy beer belly. The gurgle in his belly jiggled it slightly. It was hard to see at first but his belly was pushing outwards slightly. Inch by inch his belly was for sure growing bigger and bigger. Every single one of us boys seemed to be in complete shock. No one uttered a word as we watched Simons frame begin to fatten up. It wasn’t just his belly now. His hips, ass, chest, thighs, arms, neck, cheeks everywhere was growing bigger and bigger. “Wonka…? I’m getting fatter now please help me out!” Simon said slightly whining, pleading with Wonka to help his fat ass out. 

“My dear boy, you did this to your self. There’s nothing I can do but watch as you grow into a human fruit.” Wonka finally chimed in and made it clear what was happening to our dad bod friend. He was blowing up into a large juicy fruit! It was oddly arousing to watch him grow bigger and bigger. Not one part of his body was safe from the inflation. I noticed his cock and balls start to blow up getting thicker and larger, his balls filling with (what I assumed) juice. 

“Ugh I’m so big. When will it stop ughhh” Simon sort of groan as he said this. His body seemed to be pushing further and further out, taking on a sphere type shape now. “Ughhh I’m so full. It feels… ugh so good” the groans were most defiantly moans now. We could all see his thick juice filled cock starting to throb as he grew wider and wider. His ass pushed out wards quickly and he stumbled slightly widening his stance to accommodate for the extra weight. His fat legs struggling to hold the weight of his huge rounded juice filled body. That’s when his balls and groin hit the floor and his legs started to rise up off the ground. He moaned loudly at the added pressure he now has to his package. Not only was he ground outwards now, he was growing upwards. He was becoming huge if not already massive. As he slightly rocked back and forth, every time moaning, his thick cock rubbed against the grass and his cock started to leak pre cum. As his growth was starting to slow, now reaching a 10 foot round juice filled man, he could just barely muster up the words, “You’re next chubs.”

Just then we snapped our necks to look at the other naked fatty in the room. Simon was right. Aidans body was quickly turning a deep shade of blue, spreading from his ass and around his soft hairy body. ���No no no. I cant end up like him!” He said pointing at Simon as his whole body had turned a deep shade of blue, much deeper than Simon, “I didn’t even eat many of those blue fruits.”

“My boy he fucked you and finished in you. You’ve been filled with his juicy seed. You’re gonna be even bigger chubs” wonka said sounding slightly excited. Just like Simon did, Aidan began to fill up, his already chubby frame starting to become fatter and fatter. Aidans face of horror as his body started to grow huge and very fast. “Wonka please do something, I can’t be fat and round please” Aidan was scared now. His fate was sealed. 

“Let’s be honest Aid, you would’ve eaten your self this big one day, this is just spreading it up” I chimed in, starting to get excited just like Wonka was. He could hardly stay stood as his body pushed out so quickly. His belly sloshing and slapping against his lap before becoming more rounded. His fat ass cheeks jiggling as this pushed outwards. Unlike Simon, his cock and balls didn’t fill with juice and inflate bigger, instead Aidan’s dick was getting lost inside his huge fat belly. I could tell it was rubbing against his juicy belly because he couldn’t stop moaning. “Ugh Wonka ah. When does it end ughhh. This feels good ah Simon was right” Aidan moaned as he touched his soft hairy juicy chest, lingering around his inflated (and presumably sensitive) nipples. He waddled around trying to catch a look at his fat ass when with a huge jolt, his gut grew rapidly outwards. Aidan couldn’t keep stable anymore and fell forward onto his huge belly with a moan. As he grew fatter and taller his ass was turned towards Simons huge body and thick pulsating dick. Simon seemed to be very relaxed as Aidan’s body grew bigger and round and crept closer to his explosive cock. Aidan was rapidly growing now pushing higher and wider every second, slightly rocking back and forth. It wasn’t long until he grew wider than simon and slightly taller. At around the 12 foot mark he started to slow down. His body slightly rocked back and forth before settling down, his ass slowly starting to fall back onto Simons huge cock. As he rolled back onto Simons huge leaking cock, the two greedy berry boys moaned loudly. It was becoming obvious was about to happen as Simon started to moan louder and louder, his low rough manly voice still heard loud. Almost perfectly, Simons juice filled cock slipped into Aidan’s huge and juicy fat ass hole. At this point me, Jamie and Wonka were all in shock at how perfectly this worked out. It didn’t take long till Simon exploded his huge juicy load right into Aidans huge juicy ass. The influx of juice made Aidan inflate further causing him to moan greatly. Hard to believe that just 10 minutes ago there were two fat guys stood naked in front of us and now there stand two huge, juicy, horny berry boys.

After a few moments of silence, letting the show we’ve just watched process in our minds, I finally broke my stare at the two huge men and looked at Jamie. He still had his eyes fixated on the two boys as I examined his body. His soft belly was calling for me, I needed it. And as I looked further down, his cock was rock hard, pressing tightly against his trousers. Was he into this? I looked down and saw my own cock was at full attention, even the signs of pre cum stains on my jeans. I rubbed my hand over my body and let it roll off onto my cock. As I looked back at Jamie, I could see him looking at me now, with a slight grin he watched as my hand traced my hard dick. We caught eyes and smiled at each other knowing what we wanted to do to each other. “Well this is gonna take all day to clean” Wonka said rubbing his head. He turned to me and Jamie. “There won’t be much more to see today boys if I’m being honest. With lard arse over there and now these two great big horny bastards, I have a lot to deal with now.” I think both me and Jamie displayed our faces of disappointment a little too well. Wonka looked at us and knew that we couldn’t leave without exploring our options further. “Well. I guess you two could spend the rest of the day just enjoying this room. Go explore it and enjoy feasting on my creation. I’ll come and get you in a few ours once I’ve sorted these fatties out.” wonka gestured at us to go explore. Me and Jamie looked at each other and ran back through the forest. “Oh but please don’t end up like these three other men would you?!” Wonka shouted. “It can be quite fattening in here!” 

Sorry there’s been a bit of a wait for this part but here is the second part. I hope to get the third part out soon-ish but not making promises. This will probably be a 4/5 part story and I’m really excited in the direction I plan on going so make sure to keep tuned in for future parts!

[gingermintpepper]

One of my biggest pet peeves is the assumption that something has to be sad for it to be tragic.

I've always been a big believer of the 'Apollo has an awful love life'/'Apollo is plain unlucky with love' line of thinking but it does bother me that the general reasoning for that statement is given to the concept of 'Apollo is somehow undesireable and thus rejected' (Cassandra/Daphne/Marpessa) or 'his lovers die young and thus their love is unfulfilled' (Cyparissus/Hyacinthus/Coronis). I personally think that's a very unfortunate way of looking at things - not only because it neglects the many perfectly cordial entanglements and affairs Apollo has had, both mortal and divine - but because it presents a very shallow interpretation of the concepts of love and loss and how loss affects people.

Apollo can still grieve lovers that have a long, healthy life. The inherent tragedy of an immortal who knows his lovers and children will die and cannot stop it does not stop being tragic simply because those lovers and children live long, fulfilled lives. The inherent tragedy of loss does not stop being tragic simply because someone knows better than to mourn something that was always going to end.

What is tragic is not that Apollo loves and loses but that loss itself follows him. Apollo does not love with the distance of an immortal, he does not have affairs and then leaves never to listen to their prayers again. He does not have offspring and then abandon them to their trials only to appear when it is time to lead them to their destinies. He raises his young, he protects the mothers of his children, he blesses the households that have his favour and multiplies their flocks that they may never go hungry. He educates his sons, he adorns his daughters and even in wrath he is quick to come to his senses and regret the punishments he doles out.

Apollo loves. And like mortals, there will always be some part of him that wishes to protect the objects of his affections. Apollo, however, is also an emissary of Fate. He knows that the fate of all mortal things is death. He knows that to love a mortal is to accept that eventually he will have to bury them. There is no illusion of forever, there is no fantasy where he fights against the nature of living things and shields his beloveds from death. Apollo loves and because of that love, he also accepts.

And that, while beautiful, is also tragic.

[keozrb]

The Doctor: Gridiron To Diving

The doctor is a series of story where people go see a Doctor but the crazy old senile Doctor keep on making mistake about his patient. But the Doctor is never wrong.

Nate, a 30-year-old professional football player, finds himself in a surreal situation after an injury leads him to a doctor's office, where he inexplicably transforms into a 22-year-old collegiate diver. Confused but intrigued, he embraces his new identity and body, shedding over 150 pounds and gaining remarkable agility. As he prepares for a diving competition, Nate discovers newfound confidence and skill.

Nate, a colossal figure on the field, was amidst a challenging game. His impressive stature was a sight to behold and a nightmare for the opponents.

As he charged forward, an unexpected pain shot through his foot, bringing him to a sudden halt. He crumpled to the ground, his face contorted in agony.

Nate was rushed to the doctor's office. The doctor examined his foot, his face etched with concern. Nate sat there, still clad in his football gear, apprehensive about the diagnosis.

The doctor started talking about an incorrect diving angle and the possibility of making the Olympic team. Nate sat there, utterly confused. He had no recollection of any dive.

Before he could question further, he felt a strange sensation. His heavy football gear began to disappear, replaced by a tight-fitting speedo brief.

Nate felt his body shrinking, his weight reducing rapidly. He was now a lean 22-year-old college student, part of the diving team, weighing less than 150 pounds.

The doctor gave him a pat on the back and sent him on his way. Nate stepped out of the office and into a college diving match. It was his turn to perform.

Nate looked at his reflection in the pool. His once imposing figure was now replaced by a lean physique, his football gear replaced by a speedo that accentuated his toned butt.

His name was called out, bringing him back to reality. With a deep breath, he climbed the ladder to the diving board, his heart pounding in his chest.

Nate was unsure how he knew what to do, but his body moved on its own. He executed the perfect dive, the crowd erupting into applause as he hit the water.

As he emerged, the judges held up their scores - they were high. The crowd cheered louder, and Nate felt a surge of happiness. He was content with his new life.

[imgonnagetyoubacktv]

mann im going to get my blood reports tomorrow and im lwk scared

[empyreanpro]

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[cwilb]

cquackitys weight loss makes me INSANE!! going from being told he has a fat ass to people saying he's flat and visibly being more flat and glatt telling him he needs to gain muscle. god

[hussyknee]

Two weeks ago, female wrestler Vinesh Phogat became the first woman from India to make the Olympic finals—and was promptly disqualified for being 100 grams overweight.

On August 9, Vinesh Phogat announced her retirement from the sport of wrestling in a post on X. After the previous day’s incidents, it was a message that many had been expecting.

Vinesh experienced the highest of highs at the Paris Olympics. She defeated an unbeaten Olympic champion wrestler who was considered not just the favourite in her weight division but across every weight division at the quadrennial event. She became the first Indian woman wrestler to reach an Olympic final. However, Vinesh also faced the lowest of lows at the Olympics. No one had ever reached an Olympic final only to be denied the chance to compete because they had failed to make weight on the day of the competition.

Vinesh had taken her case to the Court of Arbitration for Sport, seeking at least to be awarded a silver medal by virtue of reaching the final. If she had succeeded, she would have set a precedent, but, much to the disappointment of the nation, her appeal was turned down by the sole arbitrator, Annabelle Bennett.

...

Vinesh has always been a fighter. Tragedy has followed her, yet somehow, against the odds, she has emerged victorious.

When she was nine, her father was shot dead by someone in her village, believed to be a mentally disturbed relative, just outside their front door. Her mother, a young widow, refused the custom of marrying her husband’s brother. She battled cancer single-handedly. Through it all, she raised a firebrand daughter, who refused to back down.

Her cousins, who grew up near her home, were the more famous girls of the family. Geeta and Babita were among the first to win gold at the Commonwealth Games. They had a movie made about them — Dangal — which made the ‘Phogat sisters’ iconic in Indian sports.

Vinesh didn’t feature in that movie. The events described in it took place too early in her career. But she wouldn’t be satisfied with being one of the Phogat sisters — she would become ‘The Phogat’ sister.

Talk to any of her peers .— and even some of her rivals in Indian wrestling – and there is, in some cases, grudging, genuine respect. She is considered the most instinctive and natural wrestler India has ever produced in women’s freestyle wrestling.

Her career is as much a highlight reel as anything out of a movie. No one in women’s wrestling compares. No Indian woman wrestler has won three Commonwealth gold medals as she did in 2014, 2018, and 2022. No one has won an Asian Games gold medal as she did in 2018. No one has won two World Championships medals as she did in 2019 and 2022.

The one medal missing from her collection is the Olympic medal — which she fought bitterly for.

...

Vinesh has had terrible luck at the Olympics — the only competition that seems to matter to Indians. In 2016, she was one of the favourites in the Indian team before her knee was bent out of shape in the quarterfinals. In 2020, she was one of the world’s favourites to medal in the women’s 53kg weight class. Then, suddenly, a freak weight cut left her physically and psychologically broken, unable to coordinate her movements on the mat. She lost to a wrestler she had beaten comfortably just a month before. Now, in Paris, another poor weight cut left her at the lowest point of her wrestling career.

Her battles, though, haven’t been restricted to the mat. Perhaps the most significant one Vinesh has fought has been for the safety of young girls in the sport. In pursuing this fight, she took on one of the most powerful men in Indian sports — Brij Bhushan Sharan Singh.

When her rivals were preparing for the Olympics, Vinesh was fighting on the streets of New Delhi, where she, and few other fellow wrestlers, accused Brij Bhushan, a five-time member of parliament and the long-time president of the Wrestling Federation, of sexual harassment.

The longer she stayed on the streets, the slimmer her chances on the mat became. Yet, she continued to prioritise what she felt was right. In doing so, Vinesh showed the kind of courage almost uniformly lacking in most sportspersons in India. Most of them, as the saying goes, “crawl when asked to bend.” Vinesh’s spine has been ramrod straight. She had the courage to take on the system without caring about the consequences. She displayed it even though it cost her what she loved the most — the chance to wrestle.

Only when her protest was forced off the streets and entered the court did Vinesh finally get a chance to compete.

This article delves into her struggle to rein in her weight as the Olympic timeline unfolded. It's horrifying to read.

TW for fatphobia and people with eating disorders and body dysmorphia: fatphobia:

Even as she had been winning, Vinesh’s nutritionist had been nervously monitoring her food and fluid intake.

She had a celebratory glass of juice in the morning right after she had first made weight – 300 grams. She had another couple of litres of fluid to rehydrate herself before her bout - another 2000 grams of body weight gained. A couple of light snacks throughout the day to keep her energy up meant 700 grams more.

By the time Vinesh was done with her day’s competition, she weighed 52.7 kg.

August 7:

As the hours rolled into the night, it was clear that something had gone very wrong. After weeks of dehydration, the human body, once it gets rehydrated, simply refuses to give up water. Even urination becomes impossible.

Vinesh didn’t sleep all through the night of August 6. She was on the treadmill for six hours and in the sauna for another three. She didn’t consume a bite of food or drink a drop of water. Every few hours, she stood on a weighing scale. The numbers were getting smaller but not fast enough. In desperation, her coaches trimmed the elastic in the bottom of her costume. They thought of chopping her hair and then did it.

But the scale didn’t budge.

The function of weight classes is to prevent outsized mismatches in strength due to body mass and minimize injury. Pathologizing what is clearly water weight to this extent and subjecting athletes to this kind of psychological torture due to minute variables is simply making what is essentially a safety measure into a punitive arbitrary criteria that has huge implications for racialized fatphobia for female athletes and the reinforcement of toxic diet culture across the board. It's misogynistic, unscientific and fucked. This article goes into more detail about Phogat's career-long battle with her weight— a yo-yo of losing too much, and then too little. Indistinguishable from an eating disorder, only one imposed by the standards of international sports.

You will never convince me that a white athlete would have been disqualified in the lightest weight category for a weight less than a bar of soap. The disqualification retroactively places her dead last, which is added cruelty. The refusal to revise this and even award her a joint silver is just adding racist insult to racist injury.

Phogat spoke two days ago about her devastation at being disqualified by racism and fatphobia with a three page post on twitter.

And on top of all of this, because the Indian National Congress political party welcomed her with a road show that outshone the alt-right BJP's own planned welcome, the Hindutvas in her own country have launched a hate campaign against her.

This copy-paste has "disqualified in Rio 2016" trending on twitter. It's doubly cruel and fatphobic because she wasn't disqualified for being overweight, she sustained a knee injury.

After the witch hunt against Imane Khelif and Lin Yu-ting, I'm just so fucking done with the Olympics. The outsize importance of this competition is nothing but an anvil to break entire careers on and offers female athletes of colour on a platter for all the world's vultures.

[crowbotx]

Page 1 of an original Chainsaw Man comic!!

[blujayonthewing]

if losing weight was simple and obvious we wouldn't have to have teams of nutritionists meticulously crafting weight-loss programs based on taking advantage of extremely specific and obscure biological processes and that still have like a 95% failure rate

[zahra-rose]

[mikespeakslanguages]

when I started my journey I was 350 lb....now 190. things change

[over-fen-and-field]

Screaming nauseously into the void

So, for the past ten months I've had a Mystery Problem Syndrome (MPS) -- unpredictable hours to months of nausea, headaches, dizziness, brain fog, weird muscle things, a dangerous amount of weight loss, all that fun stuff. The working hypothesis from my GI is that it's an autoimmune thing triggered by a viral infection in my intestines that may or may not be temporary on the scale of a year or two, but we haven't been able to totally confirm that's what it is or whether it's going to be a year-long thing or a many-years thing or a forever thing. It's not always clear what's triggering the big flare-ups, but stress is a contributing factor. This is a problem firstly because I'm a PhD student who has always run a little anxious in the way that some ovens run a little hot and secondly because my body cannot tell the difference between stress and excitement.

In practical terms, this means that I've zombied my way through work for about five total months since January, have barely left my town all year even for just little day trips, paused a lot of my big plans like getting more intensive therapy to deal with my driving anxiety, and have had lots of little "fun" moments like barely being able to present my work at a big conference, running out of my roommate's big opera performance to throw up in a trash can in the hall, and spending about two months being unable to even take consistent notes during D&D and not really being able to enjoy it or any of my other hobbies. This was all no good, obviously, but to really add insult to injury, I might have triggered a full-on flare-up by... (drumroll, please)...

Buying groceries for my Halloween party!

Not even throwing the party. Not even drinking too much or eating forbidden foods at the party.

Buying groceries for the party. At the same grocery store I always buy groceries at.

I got too excited while passively noodling about desserts and decorations and how I wanted to arrange the cheeseboard and whether blackberries would be good in sangria.

And have been unable to keep food down since.

I hope I'm miraculously cured by the party itself because I'm going to have a hard time convincing anyone to eat my food (I'm definitely not contagious anymore! I cleared the actual infection in January!) if I'm this noticeably sick during it.

Also I was looking forward to it a lot and a good dozen of my friends are gonna be there and :(

Apparently, I can't look forward to things anymore! I should just sit in a quiet room and contemplate the grass as it grows, careful to maintain complete emotional neutrality.