Extreme obesity

Not my thing at all. I already have health issues that are not fat related and it sucks when your body stops you from doing what you want! So if I start developing metabolic syndrome, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, etc, I will do my best to get it under control. If that means I never reach my goal of 400 lbs, so be it.

So far, so good though! My fasting glucose and A1C are normal, so are my lipids. My blood pressure is a bit higher than I'd like but not officially high. Part of that could be stress, part of it is the fact that I can't buy yoga classes or a gym membership right now because I'm trying to scrape up enough money to get my cat some expensive veterinary treatment.

For me it's not so much the specific health effects, but that you're partner knows they're killing themselves, but they are too far gone to stop it from happening. The only difference between fantasy vs reality is that in reality it's because they have a similar fetish that renders them helpless, and in fantasy and literature it's purely or a binging disorder or a stomach stretched out of emotional dependence. The idea that unless you help them there is no turning back, no hope of longevity, and that they don't realize this until they are completely dependent is incredibly hot.

It comes with the gaining. I'm trying to accept it. It's kinda like it's inevitable...

As a feeder looking after my girl when things get difficult is part of the relationship... Always there to support.

Not a fan. Things like being out of shape and panting after climbing a few stairs are hot, but the risk of developing actual health problems like diabetes is the only thing that keeps me from gaining indefinitely.

My blood pressure is high, my cholesterol is high, I have type 2 diabetes and at my last test my blood sugar was through the roof and I have acid reflux from the weight of my belly fat. I'm well on the way to an early death and it's so hot

I promised myself that, when my gaining started causing health problems or my having to have special equioment, I would stop. Then I developed sleep apnea as a direct result of my weight and, instead of reducing my weight, I started using a CPAP machine and mask which took time to get used to but I depend on it now. I also ordered a bariatric hospital style bed as I found it easier to sleep with my upper body slightly raised.

So the promise changed. I would start losing weight and take my health seriously if developed a condition which meant I would be on medication for life. Soon after I was diagnosed with metabolic syndrome and have medication for high lood pressure and colestrol. So I stopped kidding myself and accepted that my choice to be morbidly obese meant that I would have related health issues which I should accept and embrace as I had done with every other aspect of being very fat. Since then with I have also started taking anti-inflamatories and pain killers for my back and knees.

I know I have a high blood sugar reading and am categorised as pre-diabetic. So I suppose I will have to accept that in all likelihood I will develop Type 2 diabetes. I suppose it comes with the territory.

😍😍😍, the last part especially

I’m ashamed to say this is a huge turn on for me. I’m still relatively small but the idea of giving in so completely to my gluttonous desires that I actually ruin my body and health is unbelievably hot

Most of my fat goes to my bum and thighs, is that unhealthy?