chapter 2: letting it all go

I had just started what was about to be an entire week of absolute gluttony.

The next morning we went to a breakfast cafe. I looked at the menu (it was a picture menu, which was literally an entire page of temptations) and EVERYTHING looked so good. It was definitely more of a dessert-style breakfast place, so think waffles, chocolate pancakes, crepes, etc. Selene said she was still full from last night, so she just ordered a side of hash browns and a coffee.

For some reason, I was STARVING so I ordered a stack of chocolate pancakes, hash browns, and a nutella crepe. I could tell Selene was lowkey judging me but she's a super chill girl so she didn't really care that much. I ate all of my food by the time she was done with hers. When we both finished up, we decided to walk around some of the shops. I was so stuffed, but for some reason, I still wanted more.

Less than an hour later, I stopped by one of the many street vendors and got one of those huge fruit cups. I figured fruit was healthy, so I didn't think anything of it. So I walked around eating, and we had fun looking at the markets, shops, etc. Pretty soon it was lunch time. I was pretty full, but I wasn't going to say no to some enchiladas con queso. So we ordered, ate, then decided to head back to the hotel to go to the pool.

At this point my gut was pretty round. But I didn't want to suck it in because it was so uncomfortable, so I just let it hang out for the first time pretty much ever. In my head, because Selene was bigger than me, I thought she wouldn't judge my huge overstuffed belly too much.

We spent the rest of the week hanging out at the beach, eating a TON of food, and lounging around the hotel pool. Every day my gut was getting fatter and fatter.

I had brought two pairs of shorts, two bikinis, and a few tops. One pair of shorts was OUT by the second day. I could barely zip them up and I could barely walk in them. The second pair was actually a pair I got secondhand in a larger size awhile back, thinking they'd only ever be worn oversized with a belt. When these started to get tight, I started to get nervous. I guess I had figured all of our walking around would offset the thousands of calories of tacos, ice cream, enchiladas, burgers, snacks, and more that I had stuffed into my ballooning body that week.

But my swimsuit was barely containing me, and my tops were all riding up when we walked around. On the second to the last day, I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see how swollen, fat, and overfed I looked. I was oozing out of my clothes, my gut was HUGE, and everything was so incredibly obvious. I vowed to eat less, but it was too late.