Stuffing

I don't mind a dull ache

I don't like when you went a little too far and it hurts more like a cramp

When I'm really in the grips of my stuffing and gaining desires, my motto becomes "You don't know you've had enough until you've had too much." And some pain is the sign that I've hit too much. I'm not that far gone in those desire too often, but occasionally I get the desire and opportunity at the same time, and to stop before being painfully full would mean not taking full advantage of the fact.

I love stuffing to the point that it hurts a bit to breath. That's the "golden threshold" in my book. I'll occasionally push past it a little, but not by much.

Related to the can't walk normally part.....when really stuffed I find I can't stand with really good posture, at least not and breathe at the same time. Have to slouch a bit to give some slack for my gut. Gives me a similar panic+hot combo of feelings as does some stomach pain.

Also, I love that after a certain point of stuffedness I get winded much more easily. Just the walk back to my car from Cici's after a really good pizza bender leaves me panting and sweating a bit.

Also there's the lovely bit about how my bloated belly always tags the steering wheel when I lever myself into the driver's seat. That sudden jolt of pain is...it's very nice.