I think the gains are undeniable at this point. The way my belly swoops down into an overhang, even my face is a little fuller and I can definitely feel it all of my shirts - suddently its my midsection wjere my clothes fit tje tightest as opposed to my chest.
The more weight I gain the more confident I am. It’s funny I almost forgot how fucking good it feels to just be unapologetically fat. I can’t stop showing it off. Especially on the hikes, seeing all the fit sixpack gays just stare at my belly jiggling back and forth.
It’s only making me realize I want more. I need more. Every ripple sent through my fat, every bite of greasy food, every time I catch a reflection of myself is like foreplay. It’s like my body is making love to itself, it’s like a never-ending fuckfest with food. Every bite swallowed is like a tiny orgasm and it only makes me crave more food.
Food diary:
Gainer shake
Half a pan of brownies
Protein shake
2 cliff bars
6 pancakes drowned in syrup
Turkey melt sandwich with fries
12 donut holes
Gainer shake
Chipotle bowl
3 dunkin donuts
3 double burgers at in-n-out, fries
A whole bag of tortilla chips and a pound of guacamole
Brownie
Gainer shake