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I've written extensively about my journey to extreme obesity (917 pounds at my highest), rapid weight gain, and inner conflict between wanting mobility and feeling driven to days-long massive stuffings.

This was an extreme year for me. I gained 360+ pounds in six months, becoming too big to fit in a car, then too big to fit through doorways, and finally unable to walk. Ultimately, after consuming 300K calories over three days, I had an accident while trying to lift myself just enough so my husband could help with some hygiene needs. When my weight came back down on my bariatric recliner, the chair collapsed, and I fell on the floor. Because of the pressure in my abdomen, my belly button hernia ruptured and stretch marks split, leading to a medical emergency. I was extricated from my home after emergency workers removed our bay windows and taken to the hospital for surgery. The hospital experience was chaotic; medical facilities aren't built for a 900 lb body, and even bariatric equipment was insufficient. I ultimately spent a little more than a month there, finally coming home after some home modifications.

My recovery is ongoing, but I'm committed. I still am unable to get up by myself, but once I do, I can take a few steps with a walker, and I'm increasing my steps everyday. I'm also under strict medical supervision for some weight loss. In no way do I want to become thin, but it's apparent I need to get below 600 lb if I want to live more than a few years, which I do. My goal is around 580, which was my weight when I got married a couple of years ago and was still able to enjoy a honeymoon and most daily activities.

My husband has been an incredible partner, but I know this has been very very hard on him. I'm on FMLA from my job, and my full focus is recovery. He took some time off as well, but he is now back at work. A lot of caregiver strain falls on him when he's home. He has never once complained, and though he loves my obesity, he said his only goal is not to lose me.

Today, I'm around 780 lb. I've come a long way, but with relief from edema, liver, healing, and controlled calories --that kind of weight loss isn't uncommon for someone who started at my size. I'm able to travel by car now in our van, so I no longer need medical transport for my doctor's appointments. My skin has healed, and I have less body pain overall. I do struggle though, and I know that it would be very easy for me to slip back into extreme food addiction.

I'm not sharing this, by any means, to discourage anyone who is pursuing serious obesity. This is only my own story, as I have realigned my goals and prioritized staying alive and enjoying better health. I'm still very much a part of this community and still want to be quite fat. I just need to take a bit of my life back. Send up a good thought for me if you think of it!

You are talking subjects that feeders avoid, I guess we are a mean bunch

Me was wondering why there weren't any updates from you. Boi what a story!
I was scared about you when you told you couldn't leave the house any more because you won't fit through the door.
You survied this nightmare thank goodnes!
You lived your dream now it needed some adjustments... I bet both of you enjoy the time together even more.

Thanks also for the insight how dangerous this food addiction is.. never the less "once you got fat you never go back"!

All the best for your recovery!!

Could I ask how it is physically possible to gain 350 lbs in six months? I cannot imagine what you needes to do to achieve this.

When I read that your belly button hemorrhage ruptured I winced. I can't imagine the amount of pain you were in and how scary that had to be too. Gaining that much weight in such a short amount of time is extremely dangerous, I'm glad you're still here with us and are down to a more manageable weight.

You have by far surpassed what I ever thought was physically possible for a human to do with eating and gaining. You are a legend in this community, at any size!

Far from it, I think. My journey has been my own, and I think my husband would be very happy with me at at 120 lb, (not my goal at all to be clear) or 900 lb. I take full responsibility for my path, and I also don't regret it. I had a great time. I enjoyed the thrill of eating and the thrill of getting as big as I possibly could. So no, definitely not the community's fault! And for those people who enjoyed it along with me, good! I certainly had a great journey... And I still will. It will just have to look a little different.

Thank you so much for your kindness! I very much still want to be fat. I just know I have to do it in a way that doesn't leave me sedentary and unable to take care of myself. I've said that a thousand times, and then reneged on it, but this experience made it very very real.

I'm feeling much better and healing all the way around. I did reject weight loss surgery... Though I have had some doctors who push it. I am a fat person. I always will be. Zero judgment Is directed at others in the decisions I have had to make for myself. I just want to avoid more scary emergencies or another dire health complication!

Hope you are well too!

It isn't physically easy. I was accustomed to a lifestyle of extreme stuffing, and I've been obese for my entire adult life. I gained that amount of weight through massive stuffing, pushing my limits to extremes, and gorging almost daily until I was immobilized through food intake. I loved it, in many, many ways. At my maximum, 30,000 calories wasn't enough. Then 50,000 calories wasn't enough. I was eating so much, I stretched my stomach massively; my doctors say it 12 times the size of most people's. My other internal organs were even displaced because of extreme engorgement. And giant quantities didn't feel hard at all. My body just couldn't handle the consequences, but other people's experience could be different!

Thank you! Very kind of you to say. I'm definitely not going to be a shrinking violet. I just have to manage my health a little better!