I love turning my neck and feeling new fat from my treble chin squashing onto my shoulder. The way my arms can't hang straight down or swing because of overspilling belly fat at the sides. The fabulous feeling of going through your wardrobe trying on clothes and finding nearly all of it has no chance of fitting, when it all fit or was even a little big 12 months ago. That so tight feeling of those very large but too small clothes. That little skip you get in your belly when you mail order some massive clothes for extremely obese people, get them out of the packet, think I could fit two of me in these, put them on and find them snug. Ticking the returns box for those enormous clothes in the biggest size they do 'too small'. Messaging a seller on eBay starting with the sentence 'i have a 67" waist, will these fit'. Oh so naughty but nice. Resting my belly on the sink, feeling the relief of the weight loss for a bit, but then enjoying the staggering weight of it after. Wondering how long it will be before I'm too fat for many car seat belts. Feeling pinched in theatre seats. Laying on my side in bed and knowing my belly flows out so far I can barely reach round it. The rippling and jiggling..... Oh I could go on. No wonder we just want more and more........
5 years