I have posted before about my lament of having lost so much weight in the past. Funny, I never was an active gainer in the past. I actually used to pad myself to look even bigger not realizing that I was already a very fat man. I would have moments of realization, like when a seat belt would cross my stomach and it felt tight. But again, I never saw myself as big. I would grow out of clothes all the time, but it was never a hot thing to me. It was just a matter of life. But I was still somehow a fan of weight gain, and the like. But I lost weight, a lot of weight. I shrank down, and then realized "hey wait a minute, I used to be so big, what happened?" like I woke up from a long dream. I looked at old photos of myself, much larger and realized dang, I was huge. And it all sort of flooded my brain about how, satisfying it all was. The gaining, the stretch marks, the clothes getting tighter and tighter on my body, moving up past XL to 2XL then 3XL. Not just my body being fat, my fingers were fat, my face was fat. I was fat. I ripped clothes, popped buttons, and I just didn't even think much of it. Until I already lost the weight.
11 months