I never did an eating contest, but I would have loved to. Sadly it's not in the cards now due to some health issues. However, when I hear about a challenge, I typically find myself thinking, "That's not really all that much." When visiting another city, I saw a challenge that offered free burgers for a year to anyone who could finish an 8 pound burger in one sitting. I was surprised that only one person ever had. I've had many, many meals that pushed my weight up more than 8 pounds.

I did an internship in my career field when I was 22, and one of the Sr. Directors turned 40 during the summer I was there. She was average height and slender, and I remember she always brought salads and she would put on walking shoes with her business clothes and go walking at lunch.

On social media, she usually posts heavily edited headshots from a downward looking angle. Most of her candids are pictures of her children, which i presume she takes because she's not in them. However, last week, she was tagged in photos from a conference where she was a speaker. The pictures revealed a very full figure, a big ample belly, a tight blouse hugging a belly roll, and a round face and generous double chin. She was the fattest person in all the group photos, at least 300 pounds. Such a change from the svelte woman I interned for. She'd be 48 now, and it's amazing what a decade can do to a body!

Making my belly so big, when I'm sitting, it dominates the space, bulges past my knees, and exceeds the length of a 120 inch measuring tape. I think I've finally exceeded the size anyone expects to see in real life, and I love that distinction and manifestation of utter gluttony. It's like winning a trophy for an eating contest ... and everyone can see it

I'm a feedee/stuffer, and my fiance is a feeder, but I've had to take some steps back for medical reasons. For us, feeding is hot and sexy and fun, the same way any kink is, but I wouldn't say it's the cornerstone of our relationship. We are very connected and very close. He understands me in ways no one else ever has, and I trust him implicitly. We like like movies, film, theater, and music. Building a happy, comfortable home that is a safe place for us both is also a huge priority. We love stand-up and like going to shows. We also align in where we see ourselves long-term.

As far as our interest in feeding, he was conscientious about my health before I was. We had long conversations early on about what happens if this part of our life totally goes away. We likened it to people who share hiking as a hobby, but one person acquired a disability. And we both agreed that losing some part of our feedism lifestyle would never be a deal breaker for us.

Thank you so much!! I'm feeling much better and working on healthier habits. I also have medication for blood pressure and diabetes, along with a C-Pap. I'm hoping, if it's possible, to keep most of my weight and stay above 525, while improving my health. I've only lost a few pounds (I'm around 585-590), and my cardiologist isn't thrilled. I was honest with him that I'm not strictly following the 1,200 calories a day diet the dietician prescribed. I'm closer to 3,000 calories a day, with lots of vegetables, lean protein, and near elimination of sugar and salt. He does acknowledge that as progress, and I think he realizes more dramatic restriction would lead to me stuffing 30,000 calories in my face.

On a humorous note, my dietician did ask what my personal body goals are. I transparently told her I want to improve my heart health, regain a little mobility, and bring my blood pressure down. Then I added, "I'm happy with my body and physical appearance; I just don't want another medical crisis." While she tried to mask it, she looked directly at my belly, and said, "Oh, oh, okay... So your concerns are more related to, ah, health. Okay, got it." And she typed furiously onto her laptop. I do wonder what she wrote ..

When your belly is so big, you can't touch your belly button when sitting down.

Taco Bell and pizza... Sounds delicious!

Definitely. I have a bariatric scale with an audio setting. It's an accessibility feature which benefits people who are Blind or, in my case, too big to see the numbers if I look down.

I've been to water parks twice as an adult and enjoyed both times. One trip was to the Six Flags near Houston. I was around 370 pounds, and I knew I'd be too fat for most rides because I have a huge belly. I did enjoy myself though, cooling off periodically by sitting in various pools and eating tons of park food in my bikini. I don't recall if they weighed folks or not, but I do remember a height and weight limit being posted at the gate for most attractions.

In high school, I went to Busch Gardens with a friend's family. It was the summer I blew up by about 75 pounds over break, and I didn't realize how fat I was getting. I was only fourteen, but I was already too big for anything that had a bar across the chest or a harness.

Oh, the irony. A few weeks ago, a medical emergency sent me to the hospital and required surgery. Now I'm having to make some major lifestyle challenges, including totally different way of eating. I'm not loving it, but it's necessary, so I'm making the best of it.

Tuesday, I got DoorDash from a place where I've been regularly ordering a double cheeseburger, a buffalo chicken panini, fries, onion rings, fried mushrooms, and spinach and artichoke dip as my go to. Instead, I dutifully got a grilled buffalo chicken wrap and a side of steamed broccoli. Halfway through my meal, I got up to get more water from my kitchen. When I came back to my recliner, where I'd been eating off a folding TV table, I pulled down my shirt, which was riding up. When I sat down, I split a seam with a startlingly loud rip. It was a comforting reminder that I am, and always will be, a fatty.