Discussion on Being Obese

I just thought I would change things up a bit and actually make this blog more of a blog, so I'm doing a post on the topic of being obese.   A lot of people live in "normal-sized" bodies, and I don't think many have a good understanding of what life is like at double the average weight, or more...



First off, it can take a lot out of you.  Simple things like walking for long distances can be troublesome, then you add the stress of not being able to fit in a lot of normal-sized things, and it can make you want to stay in where you are comfortable.   I think this is how a lot of stories about massive obesity (and sometimes eventual immobility) begins.  A person gets comfortable in a fattening routine, and as they grow fatter and fatter, they crave that comfort that a life in the public doesn't offer.

I have to say that even at my size, public washrooms are a whole level of hell on its own.   Using a urinal is nearly impossible because the act of holding your belly back and actually reaching your penis when it's not erect is incredibly difficult.   So, you're left with the stalls.   I don't fit in a regular stall, there is just no room for the door to shut when I step inside, so it leaves me with the handicap stalls.   These aren't much better, but at least the door can be shut.   I absolutely hate using a public washroom, I'm a germaphobe when it comes to public places like this.   I think this is a thing that all fat people deal with, worrying about finding a washroom that can actually handle them, and I would bet it is a major factor in many seriously obese people's decision to stay home eventually.

When it comes to walking, long walks can be uncomfortable for many reasons.   When your thighs have folds, there's a lot of movement going on with every single step - you have hundreds of pounds of soft fat shifting and moving constantly, and all that movement is hard to push your body against.   Your muscles are working not at just holding your weight up, but actually pushing forward on it, causing so much friction between the thighs that pants and underwear can wear out incredibly fast.   I have had boxer briefs wear out in two months before, holes form in the inner thigh fabric after the fabric thins down to nearly nothing.    That walking motion also does something that most chasers and feeders would love to see - that motion basically undresses you.   The movement of the hips shifting sends your shirt riding up over your belly, and sends your pants going towards the floor.   At least, it does on me because of my shape.

My ass and belly are curved in such a way that belts do not keep my pants up.   I need to wear suspenders now, since my pantline "cliff-hangs" on the underside of my back fat roll, and on the front, there is a hundred pounds of blubber pushing down on it.   You add in the fact that my waistline grows 10" when I sit and the pants are so big that the weight of the fabric their made with is also pushing down, and it makes pants incredibly uncomfortable and always dropping down lower with every step/waddle.   I would love to only have sweat pants to wear... big huge things that are big enough to grow into and then replace with the next biggest size.   Ideally, I would love to not wear clothes and just live under a bed sheet.     I think as people get fatter and into extreme sizes, they think the same thing and just give up, in a way...  they start spending all their time naked in bed and their flesh grows without restriction.   Without clothes, it is very hard to judge just how much you are gaining...  feeling your clothes get tight might send alarms to the brain, but it is just so much more comfortable not to wear them and grow without realizing just how much.

The next thing very fat people go through is the constant ridicule and stares that are given to them in public.   I get foul looks when I'm out at the grocery store, a guy laughed at me at the movie theatre last time I went...  it's something I actually enjoy, but most obese people would probably find themselves not squeezing into a theatre seat or going for a walk in the park because of this, and just waiting a few months to see the movie on their own TV... naked, from their bed.    No looks and stares, just comfort ad relaxation. 

I'm writing this because I recently watched a television program on a 900lb man who was immobile and stuck inside for 7 years.  He looked relatively healthy (for a man who weighs 900lbs), and I have to admit, I'm very envious of the body he had.   He had reached out for help, and when he actually got weight loss help, or should I say - received the suggestion of weight loss and surgery - he and his wife seemed to reject it.   That weight loss support then hounded him for a year and his stress level went through the roof, and his weight kept going up.    To me, I saw a couple who loved the situation they were in, but were so guilted and confused about what they were doing that they drove themselves to some self destruction.   I can see that if they had kept going, and not added the constant stress and heartache over wanting to live a normal life, the man would still be alive and growing without caring.     

My goals have been a tricky thing to deal with.   I'm very comfortable about massive obesity and extreme weight gain, and aware of the risks it brings.   I am very comfortable with the way that society seems to reject obese people to the point where they box themselves up in a comfortable spot and grow into massively huge and fat.   I look forward to outgrowing daily normal life and spending time behind a door frame I can't fit through, and I hope it happens faster and faster.    I'm at 400lbs now, and my plan is to gain 1lb every 2 days.   Gainer shakes, more meals, more snacks, adding the occasional fast food binge, and I'll be hitting 500lbs before I know it.

I'll be getting so big that I'll retire all my jeans and pants and trade them in for some stretchy, soft sweat pants and spend even more time inside as I eat even more.   I'll be watching new stretch marks start and my folds grow bigger and bigger until I can't even put pants on by myself... then it'll be a life without clothes, and with so much heavy lard on my frame that doors are small, walking hurts, and my bed becomes my permanent home.

I have to say that living life very fat is difficult, but only if you try to live a 'normal' life...  the fat lazy blob lifestyle is the one that works for me and I can't wait for those days to come when I'm too fat to get myself up on my feet, or when I can't even roll my giant blubbery body over.   Those are the days where I'll be living my lifetime dream.

Thanks for listening, and thank you to the people who have been buying my videos.     I can't wait to get paid from it and make myself a few heavy steps closer to those goals.