When people who haven’t met my girlfriend ask about her, a part of my brain wants to describe her as follows: “She’s got a smile that fills up a room, and the rest of her is getting there…”
Every time I need a pick-me-up, I read this :3
I just went to Golden Corral and ate so much and I’m so full and it’s such a great feeling. :3
I’m super hungry but I don’t want fast food. I’m just burnt out on it. And I don’t want to take the time and money to buy and make and clean something myself because I know that I’ll be the only one that eats it and I might as well just cut up my debit card and top it with ranch and eat that because I spend so much of my money on food that I eat in one sitting. being a feedee is expensive; being a foodee feedee is really fucking expensive and hard, because I find fast food really boring and it does terrible things to my digestive system when it’s all I eat for a while. =/ Urgh.
Belly is empty and sad, my back is killing me, but I slept well, and got cuddles :3
This morning, so far, I’ve eaten:
three stadium bratwurst, in a bun with spicy brown mustard
about two pounds (ish) of incredibly tender, moist, juicy barbecued loin back ribs slathered in Sweet Baby Ray’s bbq sauce
roughly half a cup of mustard potato salad
two ears of corn, buttered
a few buttermilk and herb potato chips
a few scoops of cannoli ice cream in a cone
brown sugar-maple-rum-vanilla-cinnamon sauce glazed peaches (two full fresh ones) with vanilla ice cream
and I’m still hungry. Some days I can just never get full and I wish I could just get fatter with every bite I’m just so frustrated with this plateau. I keep gaining and losing the same ten or so pounds and I just wish I had the money to eat the way I wanted to constantly.
Unnfff, I’m so fat and frustrated.
Hey guys, it’s been a while since I’ve shown my rolls on my blog, and a lot of thinspo blogs have been following me lately and I really hate that so just because I want to remind the world that I really freaking love my body and my fat, there’s a [nsfw] picture under the cut.
I just had a huge, incredibly delicious breakfast at Cracker Barrel…and now I’m craving doughnuts and ice cream and belly jiggles and something else…
Obviously what Michael doesn’t eat, you should. All of it. I mean, come on now.
I’m not exactly sure that I’ll be able to eat it ALL, especially considering I might be making some dessert inspired by Giada De Laurentiis
and then later smoking a bowl and eating even more. But we’ll find out. ;] Challenges are always fun.
That sounds DELICIOUS.
And thank you Lloyd! I hope it will be!
I’m so excited it’s going to be so delicious UNF I’m making a meal from this Rachael Ray cookbook my mom got me for Valentine’s Day about 4 years ago. The food? Bacon-Wrapped Meatloaf Patties with Sour Cream Smashed Potatoes and Pan Gravy.
How about y’all just come over for dinner because I know Michael won’t be able to eat as much as I’m going to make. :p Pictures might happen!
Do I want the Bacon Turkey Bravo, or do I want the Napa Almond Chicken Salad Sandwich? Panera is the restaurant. I need votes within the next 20 minutes!
Fat talk plus jiggles plus railing me while I’m high is something my boyfriend is amazing at and did you know orgasms feel 5685259909743225788% better when you’re high and indulging your hedonistic fantasies? Unnnnfffffffffff.
I just ate like a good little piggy all night long and then had pizza and wings and I have a huge craving for ice cream in a waffle cone and I just feel so huge and wonderful. I feel like I could just keep eating, and imagining it going to my belly is so satisfying. I wish I could capture pictures and gifs the way some of you do; I want to look as hot as I feel. I really love the thought of being sent food from a wish list, eating and making videos as I get fatter. But work keeps me exhausted and in pain and even when I feel hot as fuck, I know I don’t look it.
I wish I could just stuff myself as often as I wanted. This last 25 pounds has been so fun but I want the next 25 so badly. With 400 as my goal, I’m excited at all the new rolls that are beginning to form. I love the ways that my body is growing. I need a good photographer to document the process.
I need to quit my job so I can feel human again. But I don’t have another job lined up at the moment, so that’s out of the question. And affording work clothes for a different job that would fit me would be difficult. I’m already down to one set of work pants after the thighs from the last 3 pairs have been destroyed.